He looked down at my ugly scared wrists
It was the first time he'd seen them in daylight
The first time he had noticed how many there were
And he had this look on his face and I couldn't tell if it was disgust or sadness or maybe it was horror
He looked at me
He looked at me and told me he was sorry
I asked what for
And almost immediately he replied
I'm sorry for all the times I wasn't there to keep you safe from yourself

I cried that night
I realized I was danger to myself and that I needed him to keep me safe
I realized I was afraid