Abuse vs. Self Destruction

Sickened

I find myself

Unsettled

By who

I swore

I would never become

She would never

Hurt me

Not like that

I tell them

Bruises

Internal

External

Clumsy

I explain

Blind

I choose

Not to see

Disgusted

With who

I have become

I prefer

What others call

Abuse

Over

Her leaving me

What they don’t

Understand

Is that

If she doesn’t do this

I'll do it to myself

Self-destruction

At its finest

This poem is about: 
Me

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