Your words cut me down

your callous words
cut me down
each time you spoke
you’d tare me down
a little bit more
flinching, i’d cower
from your cruel wrath
You didnt stop
To you this was great
You wanted me to cower
You wanted to see me squirm
You wanted me to feel bad
About myself
When I would feel so worthless
You’d do a dance of glee
This, to you
Was ecstacy


Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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