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I have lived to tell a story in which is not all told. There is so much more that happened prior to the poem. I was abused for one year and nearly died until one person "a stranger" helped me escape from this man. I almost lost my life while I was being beat. I wish to write a story about this so that people understand that it's not okay and not safe to stay in an abusive relationship. I went through being homeless to no food, to nothing. I am now an owner of a well known business and have a five year old son who I love dearly and also who has made me forget my past. Whoever reads this please leave if you're in a abusive relationship. god bless.

While I Was Bleeding...

© Tania
Where do I begin to explain the beating?
You watched as I sat there bleeding,
You never cared about my feeling.
My hurt had no healing.
Rape after rape I knew I had to escape,
never allowed to look up,
never allowed to talk..
Beat me so I couldn't walk..
I remember the day I almost died,
you laughed, while I cried.
You beat me so bad while you cursed out my dad!
I could never withstand the pain, you are insane!
You played me like a game..
This time I win, and you, you have committed a sin..
When you burn in hell, which time will only tell,
god will ask you, "why, why the beating of this woman whom you took to love?
Did you forget who was watching from above?"
Remember when I hid under the bed from you, what was I suppose to do,
you kicked me in my tummy,
I lost our baby and you thought it was funny.
You degraded me and put me in dirt,
you loved to see me hurt.
Now that I have gotten away through my planned escape
I have no more tears or any fears but the memory will last for years.
God has blessed me and now I'm not afraid to see.
I am brave, brave enough to have a child now,
brave enough to have found marriage,
and brave enough to believe in love,
thanks to god above..

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Published: Jul 2008

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  • This is an absolutely amazing poem. I was sexually abused by my father and I had not said a word about it for 14 years until my grandmother caught him practicing inappropriate behaviors on my small fragile body and called the police. The police walked in on him and arrested him for child abuse. Its So, SO SO important to tell someone and to escape like this poem says. I now have a boyfriend and we are planning to get married next year. So please, if this is happening to you TELL SOMEONE. ALWAYS.

    Emily B Submitted Oct 2008
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  • This made me cry. I was in a 3 year abusive relationship, she took away everyone, and she made pathetic excuses as to why she hit me, I finally got out when she broke up with me..

    Alysa G, Ohio Submitted Sep 2010
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  • I'm a recovering drug addict who lived and worked on the street I was with an abusive man but escaped with a strangers help and got clean I always fought back though, glad to be here and away from him.

    Quesnel B.C. Submitted Aug 2011
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  • I admire you for writing this poem. I have been in a similar situation and was also fortunate enough to get away. You are right...if you are in an abusive situation you have to get out. Situations like that usually only get worse. I'm happy you now have the kind of life you deserve.

    Elaine Louch Submitted Aug 2011
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  • This is truly a touching poem and one of truth. I have never been physically abused just mental. I have worked with women who have been abused by the one person who claims to love them. Their stories just makes me angry. I know when I lie down at night, I ask God to bless the ones out there being abused at that very moment. I know when I safe in my bed at night there is someone somewhere being abused. I know God has his reasons for everything that happens and we just don't understand why. No one should have to live like that. When God said till death do us part, that doesn't mean for a husband to kill his wife.

    Sherry Submitted Dec 2011
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  • Hi There,
    I think these kind of stories are all over the world. I was in abusive relationship for 8 years, but now I am out of it, and more happy and more satisfied with my 9 year old son.

    Jas Submitted Dec 2011
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  • Hi my name is_ a_ ------- and I have been abused with a skipping rope, a vacuum, a broom, a hand fit and many more my mother is abusive but no one knows she does it because the only thing she cares is what people think of her and showing off ... I've been hurt for 12 years me and my sisters there's 8 of us and for us not to get abused we had to be on my moms Favorite list which me and my sister wasn't on...everyday and night I always ask god why does this happen what did I do to deserve this. The person who kept me going was my niece leara and I love her so much and I wouldn't be alive if she wasn't here everyday I go to school the kids always ask me why do you have bruises on you and I say I fell down to flight of stairs. They always ask if they can come over but I make up excuses because my mom is always drunk..please if your in an abusive environment make sure you tell someone!!!!! This day forward I'm still getting abused.... :(

    London Submitted Dec 2011
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