He stirred me down the wrong path.
He helped me become more fearful.
He showed me the needle.
He showed me the booze.
He showed me the nicotine.
The needle pierced my veins.
The booze confused my mind.
The nicotine consumed my lungs.
He shoved me, hurting me badly.
He kicked me, making me feel like dirt.
He punched me, giving me bruises.
He said hateful words, wounding me.
I sought help.
I sought nourishment.
I am strong.
I am capable.
I left him.
I betrayed him.
I became free.
I became whole.
The wounds have healed.
The pain has eased.
The hurt as subsided.
The words have vanished.
I am whole. I am free.
©darkpoetry
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