Abuse Poem

This is a poem about my past sexual abuse.

Never Will Be

© Tabatha U.
the cold cuts through me-
bloody and deep.
I want to get warm,
but all I can do is sit and weep.

you left me broken and hurt
and feeling depressed.
I said I was sorry and I love you,
but you weren't impressed.

we fought about the abuse
and you didn't believe me.
I tried to explain it all-
how else would a child know what I saw?

I felt his body on top of me,
heavy and hot
and I cried out in pain
as I fought with everything I got.

he says he does it
because he loves me,
but what kind of love is that?
the truth I just cant see.

I want to be warm
but you left me.
I want you to believe,
but it never will be

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Published: Oct 2009

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  • I am so glad you wrote this and posted this. I totally understand. My mother doesn't believe me about me being raped.

    Bethany Submitted Dec 2010
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  • I was molested by my stepbrother for years. When he came back for my gram's funeral I thought I would die, I hadn't had to see him in 12 years. I told my mom, who had been raped by her uncle as a child and her mother didn't believe her. I thought she would believe me & tell him he couldn't be there, but she didn't believe me either! I had never lost anyone in my family & was so sick to find out at the graveside when my mom told me "he" would be staying at their house! I ran from the graveside crying and drove myself home alone, no family, nothing.
    She came to my home several weeks later & she wanted to tell me that he stayed at her house for two weeks & kept telling me how great he was! She then told me that "you should just grow up, get over it, or get some help because he's going to be in our lives and besides that's just what brother's and sister's do to each other so get over it!"
    I told her she was sick and I didn't want her to call or see me again!

    Brandy, OR Submitted 10/7/2012
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