Internal Mutilation

I'm a mangled mess of scars,
each one caused by your rejection.
Like a slave I am bound,
chained to a cycle of pain.
You, the soul weilder of the blade,
cutting every time,
burning like red hot coals.
These wounds go deep,
scars I'll never let heal.
Whenever I look upon you,
I gaze on the face of an angle.
Once again, I'm filled with pain.
Yet another slice, straight through my heart.