you looked at my arms exactly a year ago today,
and what you saw was the small freckle on
my right wrist.

you looked at my arms yesterday, there had
been a few changes, pink scars covering
my arms.

you looked at my arms tonight and saw
blood stained wrists, with cuts everywhere
you looked me in the eyes
with the im sorry look.

i looked back at you and said me too
and left.

taking my life i still see your face, "im sorry"
but there was more to it you do it too.

sorry we couldnt save eachother before it was
too late.