Thrown Away

The scars on my wrists will never fade away,
I cry out for your love;
Forced, my disposition grows gray,
And your hate shatters my heart.
When you say "I love you," I trust you still,
Even though the words you speak are never sincere;
I've tried shielding myself from you,
But I still attempt benevolence,
My weakness is I care;
Foolishly, I come back for more only to be hurt again.
I'm dying for you slowly,
Wounded black, my heart is dead;
I long for you to notice those scars are for you,
But I know you'll never care,
You'll never love me;
I know you'll never change,
Everything I've done is all in vain.
I've never been your possession,
Still you thrust me aside like a frayed doll,
Instead of rescuing me from the evil corrupting my soul.
So just blame me for everything you do,
Take that dreaded, bloody knife of hatred,
And cut me open into two,
Until I am no more.