Dear Mom & Dad,
i'm sorry for being
a boy made out of glass
that shattered
every time
he fell
& cut himself open
in an attempt
to pick up
the pieces
the scars on my fingers tell the story of how i tried to put myself back together piece by piece
it was painful
but i did it
i bled
and bled
and bled a little more
but i did it
are you proud of me?