Lonely Poem

Where To Go For Help

This poem was one of many written during my life in an abusive relationship while trying to find help in order to get out of an abusive relationship.

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I grew up watching my mother get beaten. We were homeless for a period of time (and then she went back to him. I never understood why). My sister and I went into foster care. Now I think it...

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Where Do I Go?

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Published: June 2008

Where do I go
When I'm feeling so lost and I don't want to be found?
When I'm looking and listening for that peace in my heart.
But I know I'll never hear that sound.
Where do I go?
Where do I go when I'm trying to laugh but all I can do I cry?
I'm trying to keep on living because I'm not ready to die.
Where do I go because the sun never seems to shine?
Can you give me my life back' it's not yours, it's mine?
How do I keep going, how do I fight this fight?
I'm tired of feeling beat down, but I'm trying with all my might!
Where do I go when my head hangs so low?
Please give me an answer because I just don't know!
Where do I go?
Does it take very long
For me to find that peace and a place where I belong?
I need you to help me, help me to take a stand.
I'm scared to do it by myself; will you please take my hand?
Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go?
Do you know?

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  • by Anon
  • 1 year ago

I grew up watching my mother get beaten. We were homeless for a period of time (and then she went back to him. I never understood why). My sister and I went into foster care. Now I think it is because there was no place to go for safety and even the church said that the man is the boss. A drunk man beating a woman and children put them into a difficult place, and most people do not seem to understand their plight. They just get put into a stereotype of "moochers."

  • by Hamna Ahmad
  • 1 year ago

This story touched the core of my heart. How can it be possible that every single verse of this poem is my life?

  • by Lisa
  • 4 years ago

Yes, it made me smile. I suddenly felt not so alone. Many more people from domestic violence should read these lovely phrases.

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