I hate that I saw abuse for the first time
when I was five years old
I hate that I needed to see the people I
love, being hurt
I hate that I never had the money, or
resources or power to help us leave
I hate men
Because they are
arrogant and abusive
I hate that I still cry about the pain you
caused us
After
you’ve been dead for four years
I hate that I build walls: because I only
trust myself.
I hate that your actions left scars so deep
It cannot be
healed.
I hate feeling like this.
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