Abuse Poem

I was sexually, physically, mentally, emotionally abused for 4 years by my adoptive dad. He would sneak into my room every night with his cigarette and diet Dr. pepper. When I heard the glass clinking and see the red end of his cigarette burning I knew it was about to be hell. I survived and I am a strong woman. I was up late tonight and reading some of these poems and it inspired me so I just wrote down a few lines.....

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Make My Own Pain, Daddy's Game

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Published: May 2011

Every night before you dream his footsteps come your way
Close your eyes tight, sink down and he might go away

The door creeks open and you hold your breath
The things he is about to do is worse than death

He sits in the corner, gets a cigarette and lights one up
Takes a drink from his glass as the ice clinks in his cup

He whispers, "I know your awake and I don't have much time"
Your heart stops beating because he's about to commit a crime

His hands slips under your covers ready to cause pain
This is all part of daddy's sick little game

Make a sound and it will be your last
You silently pray for the pain to pass

Once he is done the pain goes away
But forever will the memory of daddy's game stay

You start to feel trapped with no one to tell
You think this is the closest thing to living in hell

You don't want him to get satisfaction out of his game
So then you decide to make your own pain

You feel so much better when it is you making you hurt
Instead of your dad who was supposed to protect you since birth

As you grow up the memories will remain
And you will never forget playing daddy's little game

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  • Suzanne Davey by Suzanne Davey
  • 5 years ago

I cry tears everyday, I'm now beginning to think that I'm a survivor not a victim!! I'm 34 with a dark past and now I think I'm bashing down the wall that surrounds me that I built!! So I can have my freedom!! It's taken me from the age of 6 until now to start to tell my story!! Is anyone willing to read it?

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