Forgive Me

There were no

scars on my

fragile wrists

only on

my dying

heart, but that

is almost

worse, where no

one can see

how lonely

and sad my

body is.

So forgive

me for not

loving my-

self, since no

one else would,

and how could

I know what

loving my

own soul feels

like, when i

was never

shown how.