Abuse Poem by Teens

Wanting Someone To Know The Truth

When I was about 8, my father got addicted to drugs. He changed into a totally different person. It just got worse and worse over the years. And just when I thought there was no hope, nothing at all that I could do, my mom filed for divorce. It's been about 2 years since I last saw him, and I couldn't be happier. But you never forget I still have nightmares almost every night. I don't know when I will get a peaceful night of sleep, but I don't expect it to be anytime soon.

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Truth Behind The Lies

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Published: November 2016

All people hear are my lies.
Never could I tell them what really goes on
Behind these tear stained walls.
How every day I feel myself slipping farther away.
How I woke up sore from last night's war.
I thought I was his little girl.
I used to be his world.
I don't know who to tell or what to say.
I think I'll just stay and wait for the bruises to fade away.

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