They could have been nicer,
But they chose not to,
Why good souls get hurt,
Is something I will never know.
The pain and the suffering.
I should have left sooner,
I tried to escape when I was younger,
But my mother always managed to get me back.
What makes you think you can hurt me.
How could they get away with all the abuse,
And the hurting and the suffering they have caused.
Malicious tactics is what they have.
I am not your main source of supply.
Nor do you deserve my forgiveness.
Don’t you want to see me happy.
Narcissists are cold blooded demons,
Preying on your vulnerabilities.
You will never find me.
The only time I will look back,
Is to see how far I’ve come.
Dear abusers,
I hope that someday you face your karma.
And that you suffer just as you have made me suffer.
It doesn’t matter if you’re my mother, partner or sibling.
My identity doesn’t belong to any of my first blooded generation.
I pray that I pick myself up again,
And carry on with courage,
And bravery in my heart.
Dear abusers,
You’re so broken,
You can’t even pick yourselves up anymore.
So therefore you latch on to good souls,
Who have empathy and compassion,
And kindness. Something you’re lacking of.
How dare you abuse me for your selfish gain.
Does seeing me suffer give you power,
Superiority complex and a fake faracade.
© WarriorWithin