Mom,  I'm sorry that you saw my blood trickling from my arms.  Tears are dripping from my face. Mom,  You saw my bruises underneath my clothes. I want to disappear; I just want to be felt and seen.  Mom, Can you hold me tight and tell me to survive? Why does everyone's life look so bright? Even if I walk towards the sun, my knees are broken, and by the time I reach the sun, it has already gone. Stream of blood trickling from my arms. Mom,  I tried, but my sanity was tethered by the demons and phantoms of my mind. I was once a shiny token. But now I'm rusted. A solemn folly in a myriad of buildings. Mom Im trying to disappear; I just want to be felt and seen. Mom, Hope you could one day forgive me.