The Promises I Couldn't Keep #Wattys2015

seventy-two

Boy,

You check my wrists every day.

You try not to make it obvious,

But I can see you glancing at my arms when you reach out to hug me.

You're glad that I kept true to my promise.

But the thing is:

I didn't.

There are more places to cut your skin then the veins in your wrist.