She caught me once,

A limp body against the bedside in contrast with hues of silver and red,

And a blurry world that moved too fast.

My heart broke as she knelt beside me,

Her hand tracing patterns on the scars revealed,

And a look of terror and overwhelming sadness in her eyes,

"Why do it?" She wept , as did I ,

I replied,a faded  memory now, "It's the only pain I have control over"

Her eyes, now failed to reflect what she felt.

She drew a butterfly on both my wrists,

"Don't kill them.They are learning to live . Let them grow "

World faded back into consciousness,

"I won't ,Mom. I'll give them a second chance"