Abuse Poem

For all those out there....open your eyes xx

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I will never forget what you did to me all those nights. So many restless nights. Laying in my bed filled with pain, and horror. You knew I was weak. You took advantage of me. I kept...

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Dead, Beaten And Broken

© more by Louise

Published: November 2008

There was once a little girl
Who was pretty and sweet
She had blonde curly hair
And cute little feet

She always wore pink
And smelt of baby soap
I liked to watch her play
With that purple skipping rope

But I remember when she grew
She changed so very much
She started wearing black
And she had her hair cut short

She wasn't all chatty and nice
Like I remember her to be
She walked with her head to the floor
Humming very sorrowfully

Then on one strange day
I saw her for the last time
For I heard she had died
On the news that night

She had cut her wrists open
And taken lots of pills
It was then I found out
She was a victim of abuse

So it just goes to show
How abuse can change them
From cute smiley little girls
To being dead, beaten and broken

Don't abuse children...please!

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  • Emily by Emily
  • 8 years ago

I will never forget what you did to me all those nights.
So many restless nights.
Laying in my bed filled with pain, and horror.
You knew I was weak. You took advantage of me.
I kept silent for so long, now I wish I hadn't.
You thought I would never stand for myself after you told me those lies how no one would believe me because I was just a child.
I believed all of it too.
But you were wrong.
Now I will take you down and put you in your spot where you belong.
I will no longer be afraid of you.
I'm ending this silence.
I will be heard!

  • frog by frog
  • 11 years ago

I was abused. I survived. I am dead inside, don't trust no one. Friends are in short supply, a husband I have and he knows, but doesn't understand that being touched still makes my skin creep.

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