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?