The Problem Is Me

Please dont judge me,
by the scars at my wrists,
those are my way of dealing with the pain,
left by those I miss.
Dont let my tears scare you,
they're just one of those ways,
of letting out my depression,
on one of those depressing days.
All my scars have meaning,
theyre not attention cries.
I assure you, the pain they caused,
and left behind arent lies.
The black might scare you, or it might turn you on,
but be careful when you get in too deep,
because I know the shit that I've done,
makes it hard to sleep.
So there's only one problem,
you see,
It's not you, I love you,
the problem is me.