Scarred for life

The things you said scarred me for life,
as well as the cuts i made with the knife,
when i count the bruises left on the inside,
i remember all the betrayal and lies,

i know I've made mistakes that can't be undone,
i hate the way you've made me become,
you made me slit my wrist, skin and fears,
all this pain has resorted me to tears,

i hate waking up everyday,
when i look in the mirror I'm filled with dismay,
because all i see are scars carved into my skin,
i feel a bit better the deeper the blade goes in