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Poem – The Abusers Lies

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I wrote this over a year ago, but so many people relate to it and I am so thankful to be able to validate other people’s experiences/abuse and let them know, I understand.

Narcissists and psychopaths are always pathological liars. They will destroy you with their lies, rather than ever acknowledge the truth of who they really are and the harm they have caused.

Never under-estimate the damage and pain, these people can cause.


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Poem – The Abuser’s Lies.

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Truth
Your weakness
Shamefully denies
No courage
For honesty
Within
Your walls
Of lies
.
Scared
To reveal
Your real
Inner self
Scared
To show
Your lack
Of self
Worth
.
Keep twisting
Reality
To yourself
And all
But you and I
Know
What really
Occurred
.
You know
The damage
And pain
Your abuse
Incurred
The hurt
And betrayal
My soul
Is scarred
.
All I wanted
Was love
To find
Safe arms
You gave
Me pain
With your
Dark heart
.
You never cared
What hurt
You caused
Lacking empathy
On your
Destructive
Path
.
Your hate
And darkness
You projected
Upon me
My tears
Ignored
Your black heart
Would not see
.
Continue to lie
I know
You will
Your shame
Within
You
Eats at you
Still
.
I will heal
Without
Your spoken
Confession
My strength
And courage
You hated
Because of
Your lack
Your own
Obsession
.
I know
Others believe
Your crafted
Image
Blind to
The darkness
I endured
And witnessed
.
It is weird
My empathy
For your
Damaged
Soul
Way beyond
Your capacity
To even
Know
.
You abused
And scared
Me deeply
But my Lord Jesus
Will heal me
.
And you
Will remain
Black lying
Darkness
Entrenched
Within you
.
The fear, you feel.

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A few comments that help me to realise how much poem’s and my work, help others and validate others.

Thank you for sharing this poem, I can relate completely. One of the things I was constantly saying to my ex was “have some compassion”. He lied all the time, yet even though I knew I was being lied to I still hoped some of what he was telling me was the truth. He was the one lying all the time, but I was the one under scrutiny. I had to call him when I left to go anywhere, when I was leaving there, when I got home… but do you think I would get a return phone call when I called him (within 4 to 5 hours), no. I had to be home when he got home, and I was manipulated into losing contact with my friends and most of my family for many years. It was as if I were being held hostage within my own home, but no one could see what was going on. Even after I kicked him out, he lied to make himself look like the victim. Thankfully the truth comes out, and after some time people came to realize he was a liar.

Very powerful poem ❤

Wow. Just wow.

Author: Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD

I am a survivor of complex and multiple trauma and abuse, who at the age of 40, began my healing journey. I am using my journey to recovery and healing, to help others, to help survivors feel less alone, validated, encouraged and to enable others to understand themselves more. Complex trauma, particularly from severe, prolonged childhood abuse, is profoundly life changing. Complex trauma produces complex adults. The journey to recovery is a painful, often lonely, emotional daily challenge and it is my aim to encourage others in their daily battle. ~ Lilly Hope Lucario

2 thoughts on “Poem – The Abusers Lies

  1. I too heard all the lies. I said some lies to keep my image of my ideal world which was really just full of trauma and abuse. I hid it from myself until I was 44. Now 10 years later I feel the freedom of my recovery but still bear the pain and suffering. What I do feel is that I am fully human, fully alive. There are moments I feel empathy towards my abusers but a lot of the time I feel my anger and rage. However, I have put it to good use my whole life because I put it towards creating a more just world for all especially in issues surrounding urban education. Today, I embrace the fullness of my anger and rage and see it as part of my divinity.

  2. lovely poem, and so true.