Stress Relief = Poems/Stories.

Apologize.

TW: SH.

And, as she pulls up her sleeve...

Removes the bracelets...

Reveals her skin.

The jagged, ugly scars...

The scars that represent a million tears.

She can't say anything, nothing at all.

Except 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.