Sex, Ex and self harm

you stand there in all your glory you look at me but I'm another story my mind tells me we had the best times but my wrists paint another picture I cant help but feel remorse and regret that i let you go you walk right past me I punish myself for the insults I didn't throw talking to my friends you work your charms they fall for you when will this end this circle of pain you hurt me but i leave you who stands to gain just after you i slit my wrists let it bleed now your back standing before me you know not of the blood I've freed now you start to talk obliviouse to the tension Can think of a million replies but i choke I can't help but feel all the emotions that you put me through all the skin i peel now it's obviouse as you stare at me you still you still love me