Abuse Poem by Teens

My Father Beat Me

My name is Mark and my father beat me when I was only 4, after a while you can't feel the pain anymore, you go numb.

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Mark, The numbness still stays with you and me. I hope that you have found at least a good home. I still suffer at the age of 13 but quietness is what my soul is.

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Broken

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Published: March 2012

No where to go, No one to see
Trapped in the heavens like a caged Parakeet
Crying out to its master
Let me leave, Let me be
He replies with a roar, gets out of his seat
Fetches his whip as he prepares to strike thee
Thrashes it round before he starts to beat
With one swift blow I'm down on one knee
I close my eyes and hope for an end
Then open my eyes and it all starts again

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  • Sally Day by Sally Day
  • 7 years ago

Mark,
The numbness still stays with you and me. I hope that you have found at least a good home. I still suffer at the age of 13 but quietness is what my soul is.

  • Amber by Amber
  • 8 years ago

Mark,
I was and still am being abused. I know how you feel when you say that you go numb after a while. You're so strong. Keep writing poems, you're wonderful at it :)

  • Brianna Larae Horn by Brianna Larae Horn
  • 8 years ago

Your poem touched me a lot. It's hard to speak about for me, because I still try to hide who my abuser is. If it weren't for the booze they would be my friend again.. I believe so at least. I really just wanted to let you know that your poem is fantastic and it really did touch my heart.

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