What i\'ve become

I drag the blade down my arm and it all begins again,
surely there's another way to escape from all this pain.

I can't take any more, and I don't know what else to do.
but how can I stop when my blades what saves me from you?

I'm not trying to kill myself,
and I'm not proud of what I've done,
I'm just so ashamed and cant stand what I've become.

you see she destroyed me and now there's nothing left, and when things get really bad i can never stand the test.
Another failure, another day
but it always stays the same.
cos inside my heart just hurts too much and I'm in constant pain.

The scars are always being left behind,
left to constantly remind
of all the damage thats been done, and the thing that I've become.

All things she said run through my mind,
I've heard them all too many times,
freak, fat, ugly, stupid, thick,
funny how those ones stick,

So now you see what I've become an guess just most of all I'm numb.