Xyrophobia

It's not fair
The amount I bleed,
The tears I cry burn the wounds
Left by your foolish words.
And it stings
Every time I slice again
Then I scream
And you ask me "why?"
I've run out of skin to tell my story
My body is my canvas.
I've run out of the tears
That you leave me to cry.
And it's sad that you've no idea
That everything I've become
Is all because of you.
Are you afraid,
When I start to wonder
Why I bother to even stay?