Hey, I'm not really used to sharing my hurts, but it hurts so bad I have to voice it. I fell in love with this girl, and we have been dating for the past 5 month. I really love her. Every month we celebrate our anniversary. I got her a promise neck chain on our first month anniversary. She broke up with me when she realized she was pregnant. I was really hurt because I loved her still and wanted the baby, but she demanded an abortion. After the abortion, we got back together and just 3 days after our 6th anniversary she threw the promise chain I got for her and told me to go to hell, for all she cares, and that she's no longer interested in me. I really don't know what to do. Do I call her and try to make things work out again? This is the 3rd time she's breaking up with me, and I really love her...
I wrote this poem almost 4 years ago. Since then, I have become a stronger woman. BOTH people who hurt me are now diseased. (Bob, cancer) I also learned I put an end to the sexual abuse not only for me, but I learned later that there were two other little girls who were also sexually abused by this same man. The girls were too afraid to step up because of threats made to them too. I finally told, he pleaded guilty and Bob's dad died in prison. Never give up hope. I was threatened for 5 years. I was scared. But being brave made me feel great. We are NOT alone. These people that hurt us like that are very sick. They need to go to prison before they hurt another person. We can save others as well as ourselves. I didn't know he had hurt those two little girls, but it sure felt good to know that he couldn't hurt us again. Even with physical and emotional abuse, TELL SOMEONE. Be brave. It took awhile before I was rescued. I thought I wouldn't make it. Help finally came! Never give up hope!
Such a strong woman. Her poetry will live forever!
Thank you for sharing this story. My grandson, Nathan, who is 6 is currently battling the same illness. Fortunately he is in remission but has several more years to go before we can breathe easier. Your grandmother's poem describes exactly my feelings and thoughts, and so I shared it with my family using Nathan's name in place of Nicholas. I pray that both Nate and Nicholas have a long life cancer free ahead of them. Once again, thank you for sharing. I will keep Nicholas in my prayers.
I'm an addict. I have been on pills since I was 13. Today I'm 26, and I'm addicted to HEROIN! I've done every drug known to man. But I never faced addiction until I met heroin. It's more than addiction; it's more like a love affair. I started out seeking a thrill. Pretty soon I was hiding from everyone just to be with my love heroin. I've been through detox a few times, and let me tell you it's hell! I'll sweat and cry and scream in pain, but as soon as I feel better I run right back to my lover. It's harder than you'll ever know for an addict to say no. When the pain and shame sink in (oh, it will) but he has the power to take it all away and make you feel amazing again. He's always there in your mind offering you euphoria in place of your pain. My dear sweet heroin will be there for me but will be the death of me. If you want to see hell, look into an addict's eyes. That's hell.
I'm an addict. I'm addicted to HEROIN.. I read these poems and it sounds like hope. But the truth is no matter how many times I detox, no matter who I hurt, no matter how dead I feel....I still love heroin. I'm not sure if I'll make it through this, but if I do then I owe it to the poets on this page. Thank you for showing hope to an addict.
I just need some advice and someone to talk to while my fiancé of 7 years is gone doing time. I don't know exactly how long he is going to get, but I do know that it will take a year for him to get in court, and I just want to be able to make it through and be here when he comes home.
First off, I know exactly how you felt, as my mom and I were both abused, but I want you to also know it doesn't matter how old you are. If you're passionate about something, the stories and poems you write will come out great. Keep up the good work!
I love it! So perfect and to the point. Madly in love!
I lost my dad nine months ago. See, my dad left when I was a young girl and we found each other again. By then I wasn't a little girl anymore. I was an adult, and I had a little boy. I cherish those moments and days I got to see my dad again 'cause after he left from visiting me I never got to see him again. I talked with him every day. I had six years with him after that first day we reunited. My dad lived in a different state than me. I got pregnant with a little girl last year, 2016. I still remember calling my dad, telling him I was having a little girl. He was so proud, but soon after I had her my dad got sick, and in May of 2016 he passed away. He never got to meet my little princess. It breaks my heart that my son and daughter will never get to see him, but he lives in our hearts every day. I miss you, Dad, more than anything. Keep watching over me and my kids. I love you. Till I see you again, I hope you’re proud of me.
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