Abuse Poem

Survived Abuse

I grew up in a very dysfunctional background. I was abused by a half father as well as my natural father. I am now 36 years old & it haunts me still till this day. I wrote this poem in my teenage years & wanted to share it with those that are a survivor like myself.

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That is a amazing poem. I know how it feels I am almost 18 now but I know how it feels. I lived with my dad and was abused by him for at least 8 years people told me things that I could do...

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Darkness

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Published: June 2008

Blackness in the air
Filling up space so you can't breathe
Running to escape
But you run into solid brick walls
You scream
But no-one can hear you
You kick
But no-one can feel you
You cry
But no- one is there to wipe the tears away
So you sit there and hate
Wishing for fate
No-one loves you
So they blank you out
Then kiss you
Saying everything will be ok

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  • by Theresa
  • 9 years ago

That is a amazing poem. I know how it feels I am almost 18 now but I know how it feels. I lived with my dad and was abused by him for at least 8 years people told me things that I could do but I thought it would never work. Family service workers came to my house almost every day and it was my dads word against mine and I lost everytime. You would have thought they would have figured something out after being called by different people. I was the one who had to deal with it after the worker would leave because he blamed it all on me. My dad went to jail I now live with my real mom after being in foster care for three years. I wish I would have listened

  • by Lynda Robson
  • 9 years ago

I was once neglected. I would hate everyone and not care what I did or what happened to me. I would blame myself for my mother leaving. But she only left to give us a better life. That never happened. My life was ruined the moment she left then she died when I was only 9. Now I live with my brothers, dad, and stepmom. my life is still a living hell.

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