I wrote this when I was six. We had to write a poem about our families in class. I was jealous because everyone got to write nice things. I am now fourteen and still in abuse. My mum ran away …
Published: Jul 2008
Home Is Where The Harm Is!!!!!!
I hate the monthly visits from the ambulances and the cops!
The shame and the bruises are just beginning!
So tell me why I myself am not wining!
He gets so mad and angry but no one knows why!
I hide in my room because that's the only way to survive!
My family didn't believe me until they saw it themselves.
They threw away all my belongings because I tried to get help!
I used to be afraid and cry until I was sick!
Until the cops said that BLOOD is thicker then WATER trick!
I got so mad that I couldn't take it anymore!
So I cut myself until my blood hit the floor!
I cut myself because that's the way I showed pain!
my mom thought I was crazy possibly even insane!
They left dreadful scars and more and more marks!
But home is where the HARM is until its my time to depart!