I'm sorry

[Guest Shevii]

I’m sorry that I have abused you,

All the drugs,

All the self-harming,

It’s the only way I could cope,

It reminds me that I’m still alive,

The pain reminds me that I’m real,

That this is all happening,

The scars are my story,

My battle wounds,

My cry for help that was never received,

They tell a story,

Of when i almost gave up,

But held on,

Even when i didn’t want to,

Only for the few people who made me happy,

This was my way of dealing and almost giving up,

But I never cut to deep,

Only enough to feel the pain.