Bitterness and rage

He used my forgiveness to escape
His own bitterness
And rage
I am not Jesus
I am flawed
And weak
But he used me to be
More than a mistake
Despised
Or a person thought so odd
He tried to kill my soul
By sucking it out
With his toxicity
And control
I am flawed
But I still know
When I am loved
Versus used
For the gifts I was given
No longer forsaken
I had hope then
But now only pain
Not rage
Only despair
That I'll ever live again
With love
And become so wounded
By every touch
Because I no longer
Can trust