Abandonment Poem

Poem About A Difficult Childhood

My name is Jennifer Harrison, a survivor of a domestic violence childhood. I was put into foster care at the age of 3 and passed around most of my life. It's hard to give your children stability when you haven't had it growing up. I'm doing the best I can to break the cycle of addiction and domestic violence in my own home. It starts with you, and I love myself enough to want more for myself and my children, to give them a chance at a life I never had until I believed I deserved it. "It's never too late to do the right thing." -Martin Luther King

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I can't sleep. I can't eat, I can't even place a smile on my face. A mom and dad nowhere to be found. Why come? You don’t want me. I’m always pushing away the good and bringing closer the...

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Innocence Lost

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Published: April 2015

I don't like it when people fight.
My mom and dad do every night.
I lie in bed and pretend to be asleep.
My mom looks in; I don't make a peep.

Sometimes I wish I didn't live here.
I'm a little girl who only feels fear.
When I go to school I put on a big smile.
I pretend things are fine, and it works for a while.

But there are days when I am very sad.
When I've been called names and told that I'm bad,
Then I keep to myself and hide my shame,
For I don't really know who to blame.

I'm scared to have friends come over to play.
I never dare ask if my friends can stay,
For I don't know when they will start.
I'm just a little girl trying to be smart.

The dishes breaking, the yelling, the shouting.
Their fights are ever so mounting.
I'm the innocent victim who feels rejected
Instead of feeling loved and respected.

But maybe if I wish really hard
The memories will ease and I won't be scarred.
When I awaken, maybe my wish will come true.
Out with the old and in with the new.

A new way of living for my parents and I.
There'll be no more tears for the little girl to cry,
But it's really hard on children to grow up like this.
They'll look back on a childhood they really missed.

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  • Sky-dawn Phillips by Sky-dawn Phillips
  • 5 months ago

I can't sleep. I can't eat, I can't even place a smile on my face. A mom and dad nowhere to be found. Why come? You don’t want me. I’m always pushing away the good and bringing closer the bad. Wondering about the could’ve been’s. Why does breathing become so bad? Thinking about what I’m doing wrong to have made you not want me. Wondering why you chose such things over me and why you never call me. And yes, I pray for better days, but all I get is rain. Tell me why me? Why the break downs and the I miss you’s? What am I even missing if I don’t even know what I’m missing?

  • Franklin by Franklin
  • 2 years ago

This poem really touched my heart. I had a rough childhood where my parents never made me feel comforted and loved.

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