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My mother didnt show up to my elementary graduation, this became a habit of her not showing up. Her promising would never go into effect. I used to cut myself over that. And she knew of it but not the reason. She didnt do anything or confront me of my cutting. I didnt cut myseld because I was depressed (As she told me I was) I cut myself in hopes she would give me attension. She never did. This poem is about how ive learned to not trust anyone and not being vulnerable with people.

If I told you

about the scars Ive cut

would you tell me

about the scars you've known?

Would you tell me

how im sick

how im depressed

what I already know 

Or would you hold me

with gauze

and bloody towels

to comfort

And would I cry

even after; ungrateful

for thats what I did

for attension

A missing presence

in my life as a child

a missing presence

in the room

for it fills up with air

with all the missing parents

who were too busy

to care