The unchained abuse.

Form me a formula that doesn't require any forms to fill out.

The chain of red tape. 

You filled me with the results, self analysis and anger and questions why  abuse exists.

The chains of the itch to scratch. 

And  for some existing is not fair, as they got a bundle of short straws,  nightmare recall it  really reality hits home.

The ball and chain of family. 

Confused comments  that had the last laugh, at confidence levels. 

The chain of if only. 

All the time that heavy weight of thou can't change the way you grew up, or what was  invited in, sent to view me. 

The chain of no where else to go. 

Your weak body unfit to defend, and their weak excuses unfit to be fair. 

Change chained into what you thought you could effect. 

They have done every form of abuse possible, and announce that they they are finished with you. 

A link in the broken chains of the unsupportive system. 

Leave, if only we could leave,the maze of ourselves. but are partners with our body shell until the it's shred. 

The dead thoughts of abuse and what it feels like to be walked over, on, they kicked in the losses, the slaps and scars, leaving a pitiful gaping black hole , of where's my purpose. 

What did I do wrong subjection, you where subject afield , a subject of victimization, and the no go backs, no get backs, no not remembering.

suggesting that are you proud of your own fluke survival is false information. 

As none of this should have happened. 

Abuse I hate you, but I will endeavor to not hate me for what I have suffered.