Abuse Is My Game
Get Out, Run for Your LIfe, Get Help!
On the Edge of Darkness where I live, everything to have and nothing to give.
All I have suffered is buried inside, where I let it grow and fester to hide, that I am prideful and stubborn you see; never seek help that could set me free.
I argue, I hate, and I cause pain; some say, I may be a little insane.
A master of manipulation I have become, power over others so my will be done!
My greatest skill are the lies I tell, they help me keep you in my spell.
Fear is my tool to make you believe that you will never have the courage to leave.
The more pain I give, the weaker you become, dragging you down until ______________________________________________.
*This is your opportunity to end this poem in a positive way. You deserve it, seek help it is out there waiting, along with the life you forgot.