Battlefield Of Scars

Today I cut myself again,
I tried to ignore the urge.
Cutting is the way I vent,
Though it's not encouraged.
 
I had a lot of built up stress  
That I've kept inside too long.
Like a heavy weight on my chest,
Now that I've cut,the stress is gone  
 
My arms are the battlefield of scars,
visual reminders of the pain endured.
Emotional burdens with intricate parts,
Complex problems that life has lured.
 
It's been going on for quite some time,
I used to do it at least ten times a day.
The cutting has ways of easing my mind,
Besides it helps to keep the stress at bay...