Crimson Apologies

She writes crimson apologies
Printed on her wrists
They're there to remind her
Of her own personal list.

Her list of things she needs to change
Her list of daily wrongs.
Stupid. Loser. F-up.
You're too weak. Be strong.

To untrained eyes
They're just ugly lines
But she sees them and beholds
The beauty they define.

For only she understands
The power of her razor blade pen
For with a flick of her hand
She can feel whole once again.

As the vermillion flow leaves her
She can breathe once more
For she pours out her guilt and sin
And lets them drip to the floor

So next time you glance her way
Look closer at marks left behind
You would never even imagine
The stories you could find.