Crying Poem by Teens

My Life In An Abusive Family

I live in a home where abuse is discipline and I can't go anywhere in the house without telling either my mom or dad. Also I feel like I'm in a prison. I am constantly being watched and followed around wherever I go. I want to leave but have nowhere to go, and the weather is too harsh at the moment.

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Tears

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Published: January 2014

Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.

Blow by blow I take
the hits.
Through all of it
Not a sound I make.

I bite back
every ounce of pain.
Through hitting me
what does she gain?

A thousand tears run
down my face,
but not a single
sound escapes.

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