Why?
I look at the expression on my mothers face
As i drop the blade
The end making a loud sound
Tears are running down my face
As she looks like she wants to throw up
I never wanted her to find out
I never wanted my mom to walk in on her child hurting
I feel the blood rushing down my wrist
As i drop my body completely
You can see the other scars
I was crying for so long
But now i'm silenced
My body feels numb and helpless
I hear her start to scream
“Why? WHY!”
Her voice sounds like a distant memory
I can’t seem to find my voice as she starts to call the hospital
She starts to bandage my wrist
My body feels paralyzed
I can’t seem to move my mouth
I wanna tell her i'm sorry
I wanna say and speak my truth
But the words seem to leave my mouth before i say them
Millions of thoughts in my head
I don’t remember how it got this bad
For her
My dearest mother
To walk in on such a scene
Blood staining the once clean clothes
My bracelets with dried crimson
I wanted to tell someone
I really did
“I'm sorry, mom.”
“I slid.”
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