When your mom comes in your room to wake you up
she finds it the sharp object you use to put little scratches on your body.
The ones you put in places to cover or say that your pet scratched you.
She finds that your siblings were right. That you harm yourself and she starts to cry she wonders what else she doesn’t know about you.
She’s hurt because she never understood how depressed you are. She sits on your floor in your room with you softly snoring while she cries wondering what would have happened if she hadn’t found out. What if one day she would’ve found you dead in your bed because she didn’t have a clue.
Now all she has to do is talk to you about it…
But what if that doesn’t work??
Will she lose her daughter??