To My Abused, With Love
A poem for those pansy’s who can’t stop crying about their abuse
1 min readMar 5, 2021
Abuse isn’t cool at all. Don’t put up with it. I know that’s easier said than done. But what’s it like to be inside the mind of an abuser? Someone who is so desperate for control and power over someone. I don’t really think I want to know. But f*ck them, here’s a poem.
