Poems of the fragile heart

I'm sorry

And as she pulls up
her sleeves,
Removes the bracelets,
it reveals her skin. The
Ugly jagged scars that
represent her tears.
She can't say anything.
Nothing at all.
Except for 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, feels the
need to apologize