It's your wrist

Written in 2010

My mom found out
What I've been doing in my room.
I isolated myself
For hours on end.
With a blade in my hand
And ideas in my head
For the next attempt.
When she found out
She held me to the wall
& hit me.
It was in first time in a while
I was able to cry.
I apologized.
All she said was
"It's your wrist."
Those words
Kept repeating in my head
Over and over.
Her merciless eyes.
I felt it in my throat.
Well, mommy,
If it's my wrist,
You better damn well not care
When it happens again.
After all,
It's your fault.