Abuse Poem

Poem About Growing Up In An Abusive House

A heartbreaking story of abuse and neglect.

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My whole life, my father abused me. For as long as I can remember, he'd hit me, touch me, and say terrible things to me. I always thought I was alone. I felt like no one felt my pain. I felt...

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Living In My World


Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.

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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  • Jennifer Cantu by Jennifer Cantu
  • 7 years ago

My whole life, my father abused me. For as long as I can remember, he'd hit me, touch me, and say terrible things to me. I always thought I was alone. I felt like no one felt my pain. I felt alone, scared, and insecure. I always believed that I was ugly because he told me so. He called me many things and believed everything. He said he loved me, but what he showed me was the opposite of love. He showed me hate, anger, and selfishness. He caused me to try to commit suicide, cut, and starve myself. I reached out and got help. Today I'm so much happier than I've ever been. I'm in an amazing school with a great education, supportive teachers, friendly students, and a loving boyfriend. I wish to inspire others and let them know that they're never alone. God has a plan for everyone. Jeremiah 29:11 states that He has a plan for everyone if we just love and honor him. I love the Lord with everything in me. He gave me joy. He can help anyway. You just need to believe...

  • Elaine Knoles by Elaine Knoles
  • 5 years ago

You are entirely correct. God has a plan for each of our lives that He gives us the courage to overcome adversity and learn from our individual University of Life. We all have a plethora of many different life experiences, but when we use them to gain wisdom, we can help others with kindness, compassion, understanding and forgiveness. Your experiences give you courage, character strength, tenacity to persevere, and God is rewarding you with joy now. You are an inspiration and a wonderful role model for many seeking healing and learning to survive successfully. You are a shining example of the will to survive and become victorious. I see your inner strength guiding you to greatness. We all have our own demons to thwart, our own battles to forge, our own wars to win, but success comes when we learn from them so we discontinue to live under the prison of their shackles to break free to lead a valuable, worthwhile and loving life. You have accomplished that. You are awesome and amazing.

  • Chithra by Chithra
  • 6 years ago

You're right. God has something planned for you, and you are blessed now. God bless you, my dear. Forget the past, and stay with the Lord. You will feel secure. Pray for all the children who are getting abused every now and then.

  • Mokgalaka Khutso Bearned by Mokgalaka Khutso Bearned
  • 7 years ago

I was really touched by the poem. I wish I could just switch places with the narrator so that the person could feel the high life for just one day. The abuse the child is going though, I can only imagine the pain. My parents don't beat me, but I can already feel the pain inside of me. My heart is breaking up because of that poem, feeling like I'm the one getting abused.

Special thanks to the writer of the poem; you have power in a way that you can speak out about your life or the person you dedicated the poem to. You make me want to stand up and say something. Go inspire people with your poems like you inspired me. You are fantastic!

  • BS Dowell by BS Dowell, New Mexico
  • 9 years ago

I have to disagree with the part of the abuser having regrets. I too was severely abused as a child by my mother and other caregivers. As I got older I started seeking God for complete healing and part of that healing was confronting my past and allowing God to heal my wounds in my heart. God is the ONLY answer for healing. Forgive any person who has abused you in any way and release them to God.

  • Jennifer McAlpine by Jennifer McAlpine, Braintree Ma
  • 9 years ago

This poem has torn my heart a part. I work with children daily and will look harder at the quite depressed ones in the corner. This should never happen to God's precious gifts, our children. Thanks for sharing and keep talking, I pray you heal those wounds!

  • Sadan Kumar Sinha by Sadan Kumar Sinha
  • 10 years ago

The poem touched my heart so deeply it means my life goes like this way only. Thanks to publisher for that I am able to read this poem.

  • Anthony by Anthony, New York
  • 10 years ago

I was also abused as a young boy of 7 years old, by a friend of the family he would take me to the movies then his place where he did what made me grow up an angry young man. I didn't know why I was always angry for I blocked everything out, until I was married and I took my anger out on my wife as my children watched in horror. One night I started to remember why was I acting this way. And to this day if I knew where this man lived I would take his head off with out a problem. I was scared to tell anyone, my dad would have killed him and I felt so lonely and scared and if anyone came by me I would have hit them. This man destroyed my whole life and I'm still mad. God bless all these poor kids who have gone through hell. These men should all be shot to death.

  • Tric J by Tric J
  • 6 years ago

Thank you for sharing you story, I'm glad you could pause and think about loving your family! :) I'm praying for you to find forgiveness so that you can have peace and be free from all anger and violence in your life. God bless!

  • Joanne by Joanne, North Carolina
  • 10 years ago

Abuse, what did it mean, I was told nothing from beginning to end. There were two little girls at the age of 7 & 8 that had to hold hands and not scream or it would be worse, striped of our clothing and beaten from head to toe, up and down our backs till the blood would flow. We were told not to utter a sound or it would be much worse, then when he was finished it surely would burn. A jar of vinegar we had to rub on one another's open cuts that made it burn worst at least till the next day, I felt we were cursed. for what I would ask myself, just because we were poor , but no there was a mother that didn't care anymore. did she ever I often ask my self, my dad was another story all within himself.. This was the beginning of the abuse all throughout my life until adulthood I lived a crazy nightmare or was it reality I would ask myself. I survived it all and never told a soul, the physical, mental and sexual as well, I truely lived a life of hell. I wish I was smart and could write a book as SYBIL couldn't hold a candle to what I took. SANE or INSANE as I question myself, so it is just a horror story I keep hid on a shelf..... I am now 62 but yet never forget and at times I wonder how did I live thru this hell..

  • Yvonne Reynolds by Yvonne Reynolds
  • 4 years ago

Hello Joanne, I'm reading this for the first time, and I'm not sure if you're still reading your replies. You poor, poor girl. I know you said that you were 62, but I'm speaking to the little girl inside you, Joanne. I'm truly sorry for what you went through. It sounds like a war zone. Try talking to your doctor. Perhaps he/she could refer you to see someone professionally. I know it can be expensive. I've been through childhood sexual abuse by the hands of my father for 10 years. Getting help really can make your life feel a little better, not completely, but it's a start. There are free groups if you look on your local library. I believe you, and I wish I could help you. Keep your faith. Be kind to yourself. Blessings.

  • Taliyah United States by Taliyah United States
  • 11 years ago

I feel so sorry for you I hope that you will feel better and soon you should go to someone about this so it can stop. I will make sure I pray for you, and you really shouldn't be in something like this. Soon or later your parents need to realize that you are something special and you are a one and only and there's no replacement and you have to find some place better and leave from that place because it needs to stop. But this was a very good poem. GOD bless and keep you. You will turn out to be something very good in life and stand up and tell your story to others.

  • Karina by Karina, New York
  • 12 years ago

Wow. I can relate. I was abused. Emotionally, mentally and physically. hope things get better

  • Teresa by Teresa, Mo
  • 12 years ago

This poem touched me so deep in my soul. I was that little girl, but I wasn't alone. There were 8 of us. We all but two ended up in different places. We all have grown up with families of our own. I have to say that someone can be in this awful place in their life and still grow up and be strong. To anyone out there that needs help. Tell someone that you can trust and get out and stay out of this situation.

  • Tracey Vibbert by Tracey Vibbert, Kentucky
  • 12 years ago

This is my husband's life. He lived it everyday until he was married to me. Then it stopped and turned on his little sister but that stopped to. I wasn't scared of my husband's father so I went to the police and we went to court. Long story short, jail, 15 years, got out last year and died 10 months later. We have been married for 22 years and have 2 kids and 4 beautiful grandkids. He has made something of himself and that is a good husband, father and grandfather.

  • Taylor by Taylor
  • 12 years ago

When I read this poem I didn't really know what to think because I've been through it all. I know what it's like to live a life like that. As I read your poem all my memories from my past came back and I could see it all happening as if I was watching a movie. I go to counseling since my life was as traumatizing as this poem and it helps but very hard. I always thought I was the only person who had a life like that but I guess I was wrong. It seems like the more I read and the more I hear...it happens a lot. Poor kids! I pray that every person who had lived a life like you did can get the help they need to survive. Your poem really touched my heart. I try to stay strong but in this case I cried. God Bless You!! You'll be in my heart, soul and dreams!!!

  • Amanda B by Amanda B
  • 12 years ago

Thank you for sharing. In the 60 years of my life, I always thought I was all alone.

  • Jessie by Jessie, South Carolina
  • 12 years ago

Your story touched my heart! It sent chills down my spine honestly it did. I was abused but not by my parents by my grandmother's boyfriend. Sexually, emotional, and physical abuse. I pray things for you are better and that every is now OK.

  • Jade Knottingley by Jade Knottingley
  • 12 years ago

I was really touched by this and I am so sorry that your being abused like that I don't think that it is right at all and honey if anyone is going to hell then it's not you at all. I hope you soon realize to walk out on them then they will soon see what a big mistake they've made. But girl all I can say is that this is wrong and if anyone see's or hears anything about something like this I hope they say something.

  • Ethem McKinney by Ethem McKinney
  • 12 years ago

Sad but good the writer shared this with us. It lets me know too be oh so careful where I allow my children to go or who they befriend. Lets face it, the day of neighborly kindness is gone. That's so sad.

  • Charity by Charity, North Carolina
  • 13 years ago

This poem touched me so much, this is how my everyday life was till I got out just like that for 16 years. So I was not the only one then was I.

  • ko by ko
  • 15 years ago

My heart really goes out to children such as you, this poem is oh so true. Honey your not the only one, please go for help don't hurt yourself. Show the family you are the" special one". Walk away and hold your head up, don't feel like your the one with the problem it is obviously the other ones. I have five children of my own, and I would never treat them like this in our home. Just remember when you grow up, you know what not to do with your children, I have a nephew and this story is a bit more punishing then his, but you remind me of how he talks to me about his abuse with his father. It is mental abuse, not physical. But abuse is abuse. This is really sad!
God Bless You I will pray for you!

  • natashajohnson by natashajohnson
  • 15 years ago

I love this poem it touched me and I had a couple of tears fall but I look up to you a lot.............

  • racheal by racheal
  • 15 years ago

this poems is so heartbreaking and so sad

  • aleeca by aleeca
  • 15 years ago

WOW your poem is wonderful and my heart goes out I feel your pain from this, I just hope the best for you. I know this may not help but I'm happy that you can get this out.....

  • Brittney by Brittney
  • 15 years ago

Wow this poem really touched me because I was abused when I lived with my parents...sounds just like me. its nice to know I wasn't the only one*

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