Mother caught me

Mother caught me
with the crimson blade
What she saw
wiped the smile
on her face

Mother caught me
with blood on my hands
With her tears
she cleansed the cut
It stung

It made it more real
I laughed
at her attempt
to make it heal

Mother saw them all
The old scars
and realized
she couldn't help

She fled from me
and my bloodstained hands
Called the therapist
She took me away

For three months
they held me
Three months of therapy
And pills and group and restraints

I wanted to leave
But they forced me to stay
They made me pray
To a god I don't trust

They gave me soup and bread
So they could keep
my lover and friend away
They didn't help

When I left
I was relieved
No longer could they keep
Her away

Months later
Mother caught me again
I was so stupid
Then I had to face
It all over again