The Monster In You

Your arms are an ugly price paid for what was done, 
you spend your life with nothing and no one.
no one to listen, no one to talk to, 
instead your life is twisted and it's all about you.
if you could change your life,
go back in time before you grabbed the knife. 
I'm sure you would for how sorry you are,
but it's still not okay and left you a mental scar.
when you first came here you chose the wrong path, 
wrong group of friends that didn't last.
even though you regret what was done,
still doesn't cut it but looks like you've won.
congratulations you've managed a slaughter,
who would've thought -a man shanked by his own daughter. 
even though you abuse and cut yourself, 
no one will pity-you deserve hell.
wasn't too long ago; only two months, and I hope that time only happened once.
I tried to friend you and so I did,
but now this has happened, you're on your own, kid.
he was a good guy so what got you pissed?
I don't understand why it came to this. 
prepare for a life of doom and despair,
sorry to do this but it's only fair. 
I promise not to tell if you promise not to kill,
and start feeling guilt after every pill.
in my eyes you will always be,
nothing but a family-killing monster to me.