Cuts Poem by Sarah Frederick

This one is for the day you called me ugly
This one is for the guilt you give me
This is for the scars you left
These are for the hope you killed

This one is for when you called me stupid
This one is for the hate you send me
This is for the tears you spilled
These lines on my wrist are yours to tell

This one is for the time you called me worthless
This one is for the sh*t you give me
This is for the wounds you opened
These are for the blood you spilled

This one is for the night you called me sl*try
This one is for the names you call me
This is for the damage you caused
These lines on my wrist are yours to tell

These cuts are for the days you called me shameful
These cuts are for the life you left me
These are for the lies you spread
Now I'm dead

This blood on my wrist is yours to claim