I hate abuse.

I hate the way it makes you feel.

I hate the residual effects even long years after the majority of the scars have healed.

I hate the levels of insecurities and fears that run wild in the mind.

I hate the forms of behavioral tendencies that take years to subside.

I hate the pain of the past.

I hate the sadness of the lost years.

I hate the personality formulas that tend to be normal existence.

I hate the uncertainty of the future.

I hate the triggers of the remembrance.

I hate the victimization of an innocent one, so sweet, so mild, so gentle turned wild.

I hate the effects for generations to come.

ABUSE is one silent killer of many breathing ones.

I hate Abuse. Don’t You?