Now we stand unbound, united in spirit on sacred ground. I erupt in anger as fiery streams of fury flow from my lips annihilating everything in their path. When you first read this poem, you may think that I have just verbally abused my child. You are almost right, but in this poem, I am the abuser and the abused, taking my pain and anger out on myself. Consequently, my inner child pays the price.
Many survivors experience self-injury in one way or another.
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