Cut myself away

Who I really am,
Is something you’ll never know.
These scars on my arm,
Are things I’ll never show.

These scars are caused,
By none other than my self harm.
The scars that scare my thoughts away,
From my razor, to my arm.

To some it may seem odd,
But its my way to cope.
Not many can understand,
For me, there is no hope.

No hope that I will make it,
I’ll never be okay.
I can’t wait for that moment,
When I’ll cut myself away.

*please comment, it would mean a lot*