You cut me
a thousand times
wounded me
a hundred times

Your tongue
lashed me
struck me
and cut me
to wound me

Words sliced
names flayed
anger salted
bitterness poisoned
my wounds

"You're stupid!"
you called
"You're worthless!"
you said
"You'll amount to nothing!"
you prophesied
"I'm ashamed of you!"
you admitted

And each word
every name called
cut again
opened anew
my wounds
for the world to view

Like a razor blade
the cut is deep
Like a paper cut
the wound is swift
and I bleed
from my wounds

Heal me
if you can
Restore me
if possible
Quicker are the cuts
than the time to heal

By my wounds
others may be healed
for I am not
the sum of my wounds
so I may not
pass on my wounds
to others