It was the way
that you struck,
that you bit,
that you hit me in the
face.
Can’t deny,
can’t abide,
must appreciate
the wounds,
now healed,
the stain
on my mental state.
I never would have been
what I am,
without you
and your abuse.
Words
have a way
of worming under
every little
crack
and mistake,
and divide,
and they devastate
the mind,
and the heart
and the soul.
I never thought
I’d find my way out
of the Hell
that you put me through,
but here
I am.
Gaining a voice,
standing,
an empty vessel.
Whole
and complete
and filling myself
with beautiful
songs,
and things,
and love,
that it turns out I deserve
after all.
Thank you for your
hate,
for your
strain,
for your
vile.
Thank you for your
insecure,
infantile,
degradation
and your condescending
words.
Every hurt,
every scar,
every humiliation
made me appreciate all
of the good things.
You
made me weak,
so I
could be stronger now.
You made me want
to die,
I live better now.
Thanks to you,
No.
Thanks to you,
No.
Thanks to you,
and your endless abuse.
HG – 2018
