Abuse Poem by Teens

Now I Am Shattered

This poem is about a young girl who has been abused. This is not about me, but about all of the girls out there who have been abused by someone who claimed to love them, whether a dad, a boyfriend, or so on. Notice that in the poem it has quotations; these are placed there to show how in some relationships, the abuser does not want you to leave. They beg you to stay and promise you that they'll never hit you again. If you have ever been abused, please tell someone.

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As I sat upon my bed, the blood on the sheets like someone was dead....am I to blame, I'm full of so much guilt and pain, he beat me down and all that was left of me was a...

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Published: March 2011

Remembering things that aren't to be remembered,
Can bring back memories of when I would surrender
My love, my heart, and my thoughts to your accusations.
Am I really the only one who has any patience?

You know I loved you when everything was as it seemed,
But when you turn your back on promises,
You turn your back on me.
I can't stand the feeling of losing everything I own
To one who can't bear to see that my heart has grown.

I'm not the sight that you saw the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they're just too far away.

When the night wind blows, do you think about me?
Do you think about the place in which I'll always be?
"My heart is yours, take it," no, I don't want it anymore,
If violence can take the place of whom you once adored.

And I am not giving in to your little games.
"Come closer; you know that it'll be okay,"
But it's not okay,
And who could ever even say that it was.
I bet your harsh words leave you with an adrenaline rush.

And I'm not the sight that the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they're just too far away.

Feeling down, feeling out, but not ready to give up,
I left this old house; I figured I had been through enough.
Who would've ever thought that you'd come chasing after me
Saying, "Please, oh please, you know I never meant  those things!"

But you did mean it, and there is no changing the fact
That when you raised your fist the last time,
I was done with all that.
That was my home, before you put bruises on my face,
But you know what? I don't think that I'm gonna ever miss that place.

I'm not the sight that you saw the last day.
I was shattered; the shards were just too far away.
Now I am together, the puzzle pieces have finally found their way
And I know for sure that this time, they are here to stay.

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  • Birmingham by Birmingham
  • 7 years ago

As I sat upon my bed, the blood on the sheets like someone was dead....am I to blame, I'm full of so much guilt and pain, he beat me down and all that was left of me was a name.....
Tomorrow, tomorrow I will run away Bulls&*t, still I would stay and feel all that guilt and shame.
Once again defeated again, and all that was left to me was a name, I had reached the point where I felt dead!!
I screamed and prayed for someone where to show me the way to escape the rope he held tightly round my throat!!
One day I picked my son up and ran and ran and never stopped...always looking over our shoulder but it's worth it for sure - my son and I will never relive our evil past!!

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