Each scar on my wrist has a name, but to keep it secret I’ll list them as letters to avoid giving them the fame:

Q- Quivering lips didn’t keep you from taking my innocence. The horrible sound of my legs clenched and pants unzipped.

D- Depression ruled your life and slowly taught mine the only way to feel is to feel nothing more than unreal.  

Z- Zombified eyes made me realize you only wanted what was between my thighs. Objectified and used, it didn’t matter to you.

R- Robbed my heart of just about everything. Unfaithfulness and lack of loyalty led to my mistrusting.  

A- Aggression isn’t a sign of affection. To pretend is a hard act but to defend is even harder.

These are the five people that led me to scar, and if they read this, they would know exactly who they are.