Abuser

December 18, 2015

Abuser, you batter me with my own mind.

I'm beaten, demeaned, and afraid.

I try and I try to pretend you're not there,

So maybe you'd just go away.

You've grown like a tumor, corrupted my soul,

An ache that i just can't ignore.

You have all the power you could over me,

But never stop fiending for more.

And yet you're a coward, tucked hidden away,

Another face I'll never see.

So insofar as you reside in my head,

I fear I will never be free.

And so I've no option to ease my distress

But to strike myself down where I lie.

You Beast, you were able to rule how I lived

But you will not control how I die.

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