One Scar

It was a bad day,
I cut myself to make the pain go away.
Time has past and now it's a scar.

I was down on my luck,
I cut myself just to cheer up.
Now it's just a scar.

I was a disappointment,
I cut myself as a punishment.
It has become a scar.

I had to be strong when I wanted to cry.
I cut myself and now I want to die.
The one scar is still there,
But others have come just like a fair.

I thought about stopping,
But i need it to survive.
I guess I'll be this way for the rest of my life.