My Fault?

When my body feels weak and my heart feels sick, my soul feels cold where to hurt me next is your pick

i cant think straight, my head is full of to many scars left behind by you, all opening closed wounds that hurt, sorry to say that its true

I'm not sure of what to say when you have done too much, after all the abuse given to me, through that kick after that punch

why does ever day have to always be the same, is there something i do wrong, am i to blame