He shoots you with bullets made of shame, aiming straight for your heart.
He stabs you with a knife made of insults,  etching forever scars in your back.
He forces self doubt down your throat and gags you to swallow it like stones.
He punches your gut with fists made of manipulation, leaving you gasping for air.
His lies like a tight rope wrapped around your neck, a noose, if you will.
His attitude like a cleaver, sharpened and ready to disembowel you at every turn...