Scars Of The Past Poem by Lisa Knipe

How can I put that what I did was wrong and childish?I know I will always have the scars on my arms, and it will be a constant reminded of the past, that I can't shake off.
When I put that razor to my arm or I take put the tablet in my mouth. When I've taken that last tablet or I see the blood over the old scars, is when I feel most powerful. I finally have control over something in my life, as I can decide when I do it and when I don't.
I wish I could stop feeling like this, but there's something that stops me.
People say I'm attention seeking, I'm just crying out for help for attention. But not in the same way they think.