Depression is not my friend

#14

And, as she pulled up her sleeves
Removes the bracelets
Reveals her skin
The jagged, ugly scars
The scars that reveal a million tears
She can't say anything
Nothing at all
Except for two words
"I'm sorry."
And she's not sure who to
Herself, her friends, her poor bleeding skin
But she's falling apart
And therefore
She feels the need to apologize