Cuts For The Emo Kid Poem by careema cooper

For the days I awake and the sun fails to shine, for the sky overhead that is never blue, for the rain that hides tears on my cheeks,
I cut because of you.
For the Mother that hates her first girl born, for the Father who never cares to be here, for the siblings who can't wait until I'm gone,
For all of you my blood I bare.
For the cold gun I held close to my head, for the bullet I didn't shoot through my brain, for the hurt I feel and days I cry,
I cut to relieve this pain.
For the time I saw him kiss another girl, for the days I dreamed he would kiss me too, for the moment his lips rejected mine,
I cut for all of you.
For the love I held that slipped through my fingers, for the hateful things I thought but never did, for the people who laugh at who I am, and for the poet within the emo kid...
I cut for you.