I'm sorry
I'm so sorry mom
But I can't look you in
The eyes and say what's wrong

After you look at me
And you say
"I hate that you're hurting
And that you feel this way"

You hate that I'm hurting
But a big problem in my life
Is that the world is cold and I'm alone
And I've been hurting myself

Burgundy scars litter
My thigh and the
Crevice of my arm
A way to escape pain

It's been over two years time
When the razor first greeted the
Fresh pale skin and
I don't know how to stop

They elope each night
Kiss till I am red
The razor abuses the skin
But the skin can't let go of relief

I feel like you won't understand
That you'll take the razors away
What would I do then
Have panic attacks each and every day?

I'm sorry I'm hurting mom
I know you're hurting too
That's why I don't talk
About the self harm I do

I stash the razors, the blades
The ace bandages that I wrap
Myself each night
And I hide it so well

I'm sorry mom