Abuse Poems

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The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.

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1. Hush Little Sister

I was abused from the age of four by my family, as was my older sister, who died from the abuse. I am now twenty-one, and this poem is what I sometimes wondered about - if she was looking down on me and helping me survive. When I was rescued at the age of twelve, I was encouraged to write down my feelings, and this poem was something I created back then. This is the first time I've shown it to anyone, and I dedicate this poem to my sister, whom I hope is at peace.
- By Yerzinia
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too

I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared

I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too

I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone

Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care

You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry

He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor

You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries

But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone

I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can

Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help

Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
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2. Tears, Tears Go Away

I was beaten by my alcoholic father as a child and molested by my uncle. No one knows these things except for a few friends and my journal. I'm depressed, and I cut often to get the pain out. I'd hate to hurt my family, so I try my hardest to stay away from suicide, but I think of it daily...that is the story behind my tears.
- By Stephany Manfull
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Poem About Reminders Of The Past

Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.

Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.
Why can't you go away?
Just let this happiness last.

Tears, tears flowing so fast,
You're telling the story of a child in the past.
She's stuck with the memory of what has just happened,
Praying to God one day she won't be broken.

The bruises, the scars,
The ones that will never heal.
She grew up thinking that's how you need to feel.

This little girl,
Not sure about life,
Cut after cut
Then took her life.

Tears, tears come as she leaves this world
"So young, so happy" for all they know.
Beaten as a child,
Not loved all her life,
Backstabbing friends.

Oh wait that's my life....
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3. The Nightmare Of Abuse

This poem was written to get out all the emotions of what happened in my childhood. I needed to do something to make me feel like I wasn't alone anymore. I hope it helps others to realize they don't have to be alone.
- By Terri Edwards-Russell
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.
Poem On Confronting The Pain Of Childhood Trauma

How are you feeling? What's going through your mind?
Is that dream you're dreaming hurting deep inside?
You wake up hearing yelling, yelling in your room,
You wonder who it is, then you realize it is you.

How are you feeling? What's going through your mind?
Is that dream you're dreaming hurting deep inside?
You wake up hearing yelling, yelling in your room,
You wonder who it is, then you realize it is you.
You thought you were dreaming and you woke up feeling scared,
But the feelings were real and you realized he was in your bed.
You wonder if anyone heard, heard you scream and shout,
But you realize you're alone and no one will help you out,
You're helpless and afraid, just a lonely little girl.
You want to be saved, but shhh, we're not supposed to tell.
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4. Speechless

I made this because of personal reasons.
But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts.
I fight against child abuse!

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- By Kyra Lee
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.
Child Abuse Ends In Death

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.

Our dad's always mad.
He screams and he yells.
I don't think he likes us.
It's easy to tell.

Mum's only kind
When dad's not around,
And when he is home,
She hardly makes a sound.

Mum's always out,
Never home.
Dad's always drunk
And always alone.

As soon as we hear
Those jingly keys,
We run and hide.
We run and plea.

We find a place
And curl up tight.
I hold her hand
And she holds mine.

And soon enough,
Dad then walks in.
Don't make a sound; don't say a word.
I pray inside, deep within.

But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much.
"Oh God," she yells,
"Why are you so mean?"

He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more,
And with one last hit,
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches.

She takes one last gasp of air,
Our hands still holding,
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle.

I stare at him ,
My eyes so blue.
He looks at me
And yells, "O you!"

"How dare you.
Make me so mad.
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And my beautiful sister was only three

That day my Daddy
Murdered her.
My best friend,
She was my world.

We stuck together
Through thick and thin,
But now she's gone.
I'm lost within.

When I was six, my sister three.
My Daddy murdered Leigh.
Since that day I have not spoke,
For it's speaking that made her die.
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5. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse

I'm 17 and have been sexually abused for 8 years. It's still not over it completely, and the future doesn't seem too good. So for anyone in my position, please don't feel alone because I know what it feels like. I hope that for every abused child out there everything will be okay. Just don't ever give up the fight because you've done nothing wrong. I just wish someone, somewhere, would try and understand. I know it's hard to be happy...it's the hardest thing in the world. So I wrote this poem to express how I feel. I hope you like it.

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- By Louise
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008 with permission of the Author.
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.

He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.

One night I was in bed,
And he came to say goodnight,
except he took a little longer
before he turned out the light.

He really hurt me that night,
and I didn't know what to do.
I thought it happened to most,
to every little boy and girl.

I lay in bed that night
hurting inside and out.
Tears streaming down my face,
I tried hard not to shout out.

I put that tragic night
to the back of my head,
playing games at school;
there was nothing to be said.

A year had passed along,
and then it happened again.
My mum was out at work;
it was him and me again.

I was sat next to him
just watching the TV
when he pulled me close to him
and again molested me.

I thought it only happened once
when I had done something bad,
but now I knew I was wrong.
I felt alone and sad.

And 8 years on I got
the courage to tell someone.
The police got involved and stuff.
I was hated by my mum.

She kicked me out that day
and stuck right by his side,
saying I was attention-seeking
and that it was all lies.

So in the end it got too much,
and I told the police I lied.
Everything went back to normal
I swear I wish I'd died.

Everything was going well
until he sent me those texts
saying he would kill himself;
it was all my fault instead.

So I went back to the police
and told them it all again.
He's moved out for now.
It's investigating time again.

But my mum still hates me
and thinks it's all a lie.
I feel so alone right now.
I wish I would just die.

I've told a couple of friends,
but it's hard for them, you see,
to put up with something as stupid
as a teenager like me.

All I do is mope and cry
because no one understands
what I feel inside each day.
Please, someone take my hand.

I cut myself sometimes
when the pain gets too much.
I hate him for what he did
and where he used to touch.

I often think I'll run away
or step into the road.
My future seems so black and dim.
I'm only 17 years old.

And if the case is dropped,
he will come back home again,
and I'll be back to where I began...
in a world of sadness and pain.

I hope someone hears my cry
and says they understand.
I just don't know what to do anymore.
I'm scared and on my own.

So you see, I'm stuck forever.
I just want to scream and shout,
but there's something you have to know.
That for me, there's no way out.
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6. I Never Asked You To Be My Dad

As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children who are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008 with permission of the Author.
I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.
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7. Love Hurts

My first relationship was with an older man who abused me mentally. I don't think he realized how bad off I was. Being so young and madly in "love," I kept coming back.
- By Kaylee
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2016 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Being In A Bad Relationship

I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
All the pain you put me through.

I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
All the pain you put me through.

I am not going to stick around,
Waiting for your heart to be found.
I am going to get away,
Find a better place to stay.

You're blind to the things you do.
All my torment is because of you.
I want to stay, but I won't,
I should hate you, but I don't.

So I'm going to get away from here,
But my heart will stay near,
Even though I will always love you,
I can't stand the things you do.
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8. Living In My World

A heartbreaking story of abuse and neglect.
- By Tiffany L. Holic
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Growing Up In An Abusive House

Late on the dishes, food still on the plate.
Mommy is mad; Daddy's home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone,
Wishing to myself get me out of this home.

Late on the dishes, food still on the plate.
Mommy is mad; Daddy's home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone,
Wishing to myself get me out of this home.
I'm always getting beaten, never treated well.
I'm the one child's whose life's a living hell.
Thrashes on my back, bruises on my face,
All because I didn't clean up this place.
I don't have a bed; cement floor is all I've got
Cold walls, no blankets, not even a cozy cot.
Laundry not completed, so no dinner for tonight.
My family all eating, plainly in sight.
Raggedy clothes, cold feet I must add.
I know what you're thinking - you must have been bad.
But that's not the case, honest to God.
I'm just a misfit, the odd pea from the pod.
I was cute in the beginning, a mistake in the end.
Not allowed to socialize, not allowed to have one friend.
Daddy doesn't like me; he's mean - it's true.
He yells mean things at me for anything I do.
He tells me he'll kill me, that I'm going to hell.
If anyone asks, he'll tell them I just fell.
Mommy doesn't say much, well nothing at all.
I'm not allowed to do anything; I have to lay there when I fall.
Looking all depressed is what I do best,
But trying to survive is definitely a big test.
No child should live the life I have to go by.
Every child should smile and have no reason to cry.
Living in my world is definitely not fun
I guess I'm that *lucky* child, that very *special* one.
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9. Abuse

From the mouth of a woman being abused by her spouse, "I wonder if this is how my life will be from now until I die."

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- By Adri
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008 with permission of the Author.
Domestic Violence Poem

He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.

He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.

I love him so much,
So I don't have the strength
To walk right out the door.

There's blood on my face.
Everything hurts,
And all I can do is cry.

I made him mad,
So this is what he does.
I wish I knew his reason why.

My heart won't let me leave him,
And it hurts too much to try.

I wonder if this is how my life will be
From now until I die.

He says he's sorry.
He takes me in his arms.
He even starts to cry.

I tell him I forgive him
And that everything is fine.

For now at least because I know
It will happen again in time.
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10. Daddy's Doll

I wrote this poem by putting myself in the place of a young lady who shared being a victim of sexual abuse by her own father in a meeting.
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.
The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.

The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.

For my dear old Dad, has made me sad,
By playing house with me,
And you can bet, I can't forget,
All the things he's done to me.

For he's robbed me of my purity,
And he's stripped me of my pride,
He took from me my virginity,
And he ruined me inside.

It makes no sense my innocence,
Was forced to take a tragic fall.
I don't know why but I know that I,
Have become my Daddy's Doll.

I'm so confused for I've been abused,
And I don't think he will stop.
It sounds absurd but If I say a word,
I know I'll get a pop.

And I'll have to lie about my eye,
When it is black and blue.
I slipped and fell, I hurt like hell,
But what am I to do?

It will do more harm if I tell my Mom,
Because she'll think it's a lie.
And for a fact, she'll tell me that,
"Daddy's not that type of guy".

And because I'm young, I bite my tongue,
And my tears begin to fall.
I wonder why I have to cry,
And be my Daddy' Doll.
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11. Returning Faith

I was the victim of domestic violence for 14 years. I am now free and a survivor. Healing takes time. Scars will always remain. Yet I am not held hostage anymore!
- By Lynette Gutwein
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011 with permission of the Author.
Victim And Survivor Of Domestic Violence Poem

You took away my innocence,
My hopes, my dreams, my youth.
You took from me my very soul.
What could have been, I never knew.

You took away my innocence,
My hopes, my dreams, my youth.
You took from me my very soul.
What could have been, I never knew.

Your words would cut me deep inside,
Deep to the very core.
Darkness. Cold. I could not feel.
Why did you hate me so?

You crushed me as I screamed in pain.
Your words ripped out my heart.
The world grew dull. I felt insane.
Did you ever care about that part?

Is that what you wanted all along?
"I win!" "You lose!" A game?
Control, submission, guilt, defeat.
Yet, I still remain.

It was for a child that I lived,
Although I rather would have died.
Now, how I thank God for that child?
Because of her, I have survived.

I will live in spite of you.
You no longer have a say.
My life, my body, my mind, my soul,
You will never again have control.

Whether in this world or in the next,
Justice will have a way.
You hurt me and you almost won,
But, "You Lost!" I have to say.

A new dawn breaks of hope and peace,
Of happiness and grace.
From me, these things YOU CANNOT TAKE.
My head held high, I walk by faith!
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12. Mother

The story behind my poem is the abuse and neglect from my own mother. I used all that pain and turned it into something beautiful to help raise awareness of abuse.
- By Anna L. Harman
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018 with permission of the Author.
Abuse From Mother

Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.

Past the moon and the stars,

Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.

Past the moon and the stars,
You promised you loved me that far.

Now all the lies you've told
Have burrowed a hole deep inside my soul.

All those memories we share,
All that pain I cannot bear.

You broke my heart
Finding pleasure in tearing me apart.

Because of you, my happiness never lasts.
Because of you, I can only find darkness in my past.

You broke me down,
Left me collapsed in agony upon the ground.

You broke every promise that you ever made,
But still for your sins I must be the one who pays.

You stole my innocence that very day,
Leaving me no other choice but to walk away.
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13. The Hunter Of Utterance Of Destruction

Verbal abuse poem. This poem was written about people who utter words that are destructive to friendships and relationships.
- By Bet Dotson
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007 with permission of the Author.
Verbal Abuse

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I'm awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I'm awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break

His tongue is a loaded gun
Its barrel as cold as ice
And late at night when I am sleeping
His bullets strike me twice

His throat is stuck with reason
As he pulls back on his bow
He listens for a heartbeat
A sound he yearns to know

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His target is a life
And when he sees me breathing
He sharpens every knife

His finger's on the trigger
As I'm reaching for a pail
For all my blood to drain into
For to quench him in his hell

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
In confidence he soars
With every word that's uttered
Through every vein that pours

There's too much information
Too much noise in his brain
Then he digs a grave to put me in
When he sees that I've been slain

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His voice is dark and deep
And death is all around him
When his words have gone to sleep

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14. My Lonely Show

I was in a very abusive marriage, lucky to have survived it. Over the span of 20 years, I had been abandoned on a mountain while pregnant, had a gun held to my head, had my nose, ribs and ankle broken, and was raped. I wrote this poem after my ankle was broken. I was a well-known and respected community member. I was ashamed of what I was going through and spent years trying to change myself to try to prevent the abuse. I don't resemble that broken woman anymore, and I have found my voice.
- By Yvonne Houde
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Wearing A Mask Hiding The Pain

A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said,
While I cry alone in bed.

A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said,
While I cry alone in bed.

Don't worry, I'll let you be,
Your secret is safe, alone with me.
My life is a lonely show,
I'll never let anyone know.

The sorrow and pain and lonely tears
Have been safe with me all these years.
I am the person people phone
When THEY feel all alone.

Don't worry, your secret is mine,
I'm too embarrassed all the time.
You're angry with me again.
I don't know why, that's insane!

If anyone knew I would curl up and die,
I let people think I am only shy.
You're angry with me all the time...
I don't want anyone to know, so you are fine.
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15. Inner Child

To the hurting child in each of us who've suffered the horrors of abuse.
- By Kate
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
Dear Jesus

Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.

Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I've been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don't look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I've been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can't be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I'm afraid that if you look there,
You'll find it dark and cold.
I'm not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won't see any tears.
I guess they've just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that's just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won't have much to say.
I've found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you'll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That's because of all the fear.
You'll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It's because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I'm so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother's womb
You created me
And I can't help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it's true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.
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16. Unmasked

I was sexually abused by my brother during my childhood. Dividing my inner self from the "me" I show the world has allowed me to rise to success in many areas: social, economic, and academic. Yet, it is this driving force which isolates; it creates a giant wall between myself and the people around me. They think I am beautiful, successful, lucky. The guilt and pain I perpetually endure as a result of the abuse makes me feel as though I am living a double life.
- By Bruk Linn
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2018 with permission of the Author.
Exposing My Vulnerabilities

Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.

Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.

Don't trust the smile you see;
it's a facade to conceal
searing pain, acute shame,
sheer heartache.

Don't get fooled by my laughter;
it is merely an echo
of hollow insides, yearning
for senses to return.

Don't get convinced by my clarity and order;
borne in attempt to
control the chaos
and pacify the storm brewing inside.

Don't be blinded by
The perfection I exude,
The courage I fake,
The innocence I feign,
The confidence I wear-
For I am broken.
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17. I Have A Secret

A Daughter shares her story of abuse at the hands of her Mother
- By Ciara Coper
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2007 with permission of the Author.
Abusive Mother

Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.

Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.
I have a secret, a dark one,
A secret I've never told anyone.
Everyday when I come home,
Mother waits till I'm alone,
Then she'll hit me with a spoon or shoe,
Till I bleed, till I'm black and blue.
Dad left us when I was three,
Since then all she's done is blame it on me.
I'm ugly, stupid, tarty, and fat,
It was my fault he left us, "You hear that you brat?!",
With a duck and a dive, I sometimes manage to swerve,
But I know in the end I'm going to, "Get what I deserve".
Hospital a few times, "I was playing with my brother",
It's one lame excuse after another.
One of these days, I'm going to break free,
One of these days, I'll be truly happy.

But until then I tell no one,
I have a secret,
I'm not telling anyone.
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18. The Unknown Murder

I am 15. I have been raped from when I was 5 years old to the day I turned 14 by my grandfather. I have been working on making my victim impact statement for court, and when I had to describe what this rape felt like.. all I could think of was murder. So this poem is a comparison between rape and murder. And in a way, he did murder me. He ruined the real me. The old me. The me that wasn't shy, that didn't have anxiety, was always happy... but now she is gone and nobody knew for years.
- By Samantha Jay
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2018 with permission of the Author.
Poem About How Abuse Feels On The Inside

There once was a murder,
But this one has a twist.
The victim was my innocence,
Stolen through his fist.

There once was a murder,
But this one has a twist.
The victim was my innocence,
Stolen through his fist.

It wasn't a normal crime scene,
There was no blood or gore.
Because this one was my body,
While I layed down on the floor.

The only evidence left,
Were his fingerprints on my soul.
I tried to scrub them off,
But he ruined me as a whole.

There were no witnesses,
Besides my two very own eyes.
But they never really saw that well,
They couldn't even see through his lies.

Just like most murders,
There were many tears shed.
Though they weren't from my family,
But from me instead.

He didn't leave any clues,
There was not a single trace.
Except for the memories inside me,
Which I can never erase.

The police never found my body,
Because it's still around.
I'm a prisoner in my own skin,
I'm lost and can't be found.

There was only one weapon,
It was an extension of him.
And as he attacked me with it,
My heart became so grim.

This wasn't a normal murder,
Oh, why can't they see?
The girl inside my body,
Is no longer me.

There never was a funeral,
Because no one knew I died.
I guess that's just what happens,
When you keep it all inside.
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19. Battered Woman

This poem is for any woman that's being abused. You can get away, but you just have to have the will to do it. I know because I have been there.
- By Edelwina Asinas
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
Finding The Courage To Leave An Abusive Relationship

Battered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.

Battered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.
The beatings hurt.
The scars ain't gone,
But sooner or later,
Your soul will be torn.
What's it going to take
For you to just leave?
One last hit or until
You can't breathe?
Battered woman,
I know what you're thinking.
It's your fault for what he's doing.
You blame yourself
Over and over again.
You ask yourself
Will this abuse ever end?
He's going to keep doing it.
It's all up to you.
You just have to gain the courage
To move on and start new.
It's not going to be easy.
Take it one day at a time.
The hurt will subside, and you'll finally have
A peace of mind.
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20. A Cry For Help

I am a grown woman who has been a victim of child molestation for years. I was raped as a teenager and then gang-raped again as an adult. I have struggled through life as most abused children do, but I am living proof that no matter what we go through in life...... we all have the strength to get through it and past it, if we allow ourselves to.
- By Barbara Green
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2013 with permission of the Author.
Poem About The Effects Of Child Abuse

A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.

A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
Lying awake in bed
knowing he'll soon appear
Frightened and trapped
living a torturous nightmare.
Body is shaking
trembling within
preparing for
the terrible acts of sin.
Left all alone
with no one in sight
The abused child cries silently
all through the night.

How does one heal
from such a horrible crime?
The scars, the damage
lasts a lifetime.
Emotionally I struggle
to make it through
Not knowing why
I feel and act the way I do.
The tragedy is over
but the turmoil is still there
I wonder, if my outbursts
is a way to see if anyone cares.
Please! God help me
I cry out
with so much anguish
fear and doubt.

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Abuse Poems

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47 Sad Poems on Abuse

1. Hush Little Sister

2. Tears, Tears Go Away

3. The Nightmare Of Abuse

This poem was written to get out all the emotions of what happened in my childhood. I needed to do something to make me feel like I wasn't alone anymore. I hope it helps others to realize they don't have to be alone.

4. Speechless

I made this because of personal reasons. But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts. I fight against child abuse!

5. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse

6. I Never Asked You To Be My Dad

As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children who are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.

7. Love Hurts

My first relationship was with an older man who abused me mentally. I don't think he realized how bad off I was. Being so young and madly in "love," I kept coming back.

8. Living In My World

A heartbreaking story of abuse and neglect.

9. Abuse

From the mouth of a woman being abused by her spouse, "I wonder if this is how my life will be from now until I die."

10. Daddy's Doll

I wrote this poem by putting myself in the place of a young lady who shared being a victim of sexual abuse by her own father in a meeting.

11. Returning Faith

I was the victim of domestic violence for 14 years. I am now free and a survivor. Healing takes time. Scars will always remain. Yet I am not held hostage anymore!

12. Mother

The story behind my poem is the abuse and neglect from my own mother. I used all that pain and turned it into something beautiful to help raise awareness of abuse.

13. The Hunter Of Utterance Of Destruction

Verbal abuse poem. This poem was written about people who utter words that are destructive to friendships and relationships.

14. My Lonely Show

15. Inner Child

To the hurting child in each of us who've suffered the horrors of abuse.

16. Unmasked

17. I Have A Secret

A Daughter shares her story of abuse at the hands of her Mother

18. The Unknown Murder

19. Battered Woman

This poem is for any woman that's being abused. You can get away, but you just have to have the will to do it. I know because I have been there.

20. A Cry For Help

I made this because of personal reasons.
But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts.
I fight against child abuse!