Abuse Poem
Hello, my name is Brooke Ashlee Finelli and I'm a survivor of molestation. My poems show the feelings I have each and every day. The poems I write aren't just rhyming words, they're the emotions I go through throughout my lifetime. So, I hope you enjoy them.
Molestation
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Brooke
Being molested cut me deep inside,
and all I really wanted to do was cry.
The emotions it brought me, I can't deny,
that it left me a horrible feeling inside.
The pain it brought me , I felt alone,
and soon I started getting out of control.
This feeling it was killing me inside,
That I could not tell my secret that was forever haunting my mind.
This so called "uncle" was my family and made me do things that I would never want to do, and after he finished he'd say nothing but, I love you.
What I found so repulsive and vile to me, but I was full of fear not wanting to tell, because I knew it would bring me hell.
Life gets harder day by day, but now I don't have to worry about him wanting to play.
What he wanted to play was not a game, it was disgusting and sickening to my brain.
I lay by my bed, sit on the floor, cross my hands and begin to pray because I'm finally happy now that the doors shut and he has gone away.
and all I really wanted to do was cry.
The emotions it brought me, I can't deny,
that it left me a horrible feeling inside.
The pain it brought me , I felt alone,
and soon I started getting out of control.
This feeling it was killing me inside,
That I could not tell my secret that was forever haunting my mind.
This so called "uncle" was my family and made me do things that I would never want to do, and after he finished he'd say nothing but, I love you.
What I found so repulsive and vile to me, but I was full of fear not wanting to tell, because I knew it would bring me hell.
Life gets harder day by day, but now I don't have to worry about him wanting to play.
What he wanted to play was not a game, it was disgusting and sickening to my brain.
I lay by my bed, sit on the floor, cross my hands and begin to pray because I'm finally happy now that the doors shut and he has gone away.
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The first time I was molested I was only 9 years old, and it had been done by a family friend. I'm now 16, and I've been molested during the past years by other people who I truly trusted.
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I am married now with children of my own, and I will never trust a man 100%
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