Abuse is a vicious cycle that defiles and murders love. It is a game that only breeds hatred. It uses shame as a weapon. In this vicious cycle; hearts no longer beat, they get replaced by fists. In this vicious cycle; the tattoos that were meant for affection become nothing but scars on the wrists of those who were once lovers. It awakens a bloodlust and makes monsters out of strong people. No, not monsters. It makes recidivists out of strong people. The strong abusing the weak, a norm that continues to contribute to the cycle of abuse It is a cycle that forces us to make love to our doubts. It keeps on violating us until our self-doubts have consumed us and we've evolved to hate ourselves.