Dear abuser

Like a tornado
My rage burns
Anger swells in my chest
I take that anger
Go get a pillow
Beat the shit out of it
Pretend its you
My abuser
Oh how I’d love to beat the everliving shit out of you
Leave you for dead
Like you left me
All those times
Long ago

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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