His wordsviciously slash meas his anger sheds another layerof someone I now fearIt won't happen againBut wait it does,and again and againtill I am no longermyselftill I am the punching bagtill I am ripped openThey say abuse is physicalthey forget to warnabout the verbal.They don't tell youhow a sharp tonguecan slice open a personcreate woundsscars that aren't visibleonly suppressed, bottled in.Words that beat me mercilesslyI sit here apologizingfor something that isn't my fault.Help me lose these chains.