Bandaids and Self Hatred

I cage myself because I hate myself,
More and more feeling the burn,
Deep in my heart, whispering my mind,
Telling me I'm no good, I'm not right.

My shadow is going to become my only friend,
Because I can never cause it grief or pain,
It's okay to cry for me, I'm already insane,
Loss of senses over the anguish of insensitivity.

Didn't mean to hurt you so deep,
I really should've known better,
Here, let me put a bandaid,
On that heart I amputated.