1. Speechless
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.
The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.
Hi...this poem is so heartfelt to me. I'm currently living with my foster parents from an abusive home. My past is full of rape, physical and mental abuse. I was also used for drugs by my...
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.
So many stories, and yet only one story repeated over and over again in different contexts perhaps, but we all share the crushing sadness of having someone we love betray us and leave us...
I can completely relate to your experience. Mine was exactly the same and my thoughts were equal to yours. I was beat 54 separate times and I never could bring myself to call the cops on him....
You took away my innocence,
My hopes, my dreams, my youth.
You took from me my very soul.
What could have been, I never knew.
As I read this Poem, it touched me very deeply because I myself can relate to the same situation and there's always HOPE! Thank you for sharing!
Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.
I feel this pain deep within my heart when I read this poem over and over again. I’m currently living with my mom and she can make every second of my life a living hell if I don’t do what she...
I wish to delve into the depths of your mind,
Where mischief lurks and secrets unwind.
What drove you to inflict such pain on me?
In the shadows of your thoughts, what did you see?
Thank you so much for sharing your story. It's incredibly difficult when someone who is supposed to protect and care for you instead causes such personal pain. The way they can seem...
He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I'm awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break
That poem was so deep and thoughtful. I can tell that the author put much effort into it to write it. It inspired me because I have been verbally bullied before and I like to write poems...
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
All the pain you put me through.
Her smile was visible to all,
Showing a dark secret
From an inescapable memory
Because of the lie she kept telling herself.
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I was abused from age 9-11 by my father. He'd abused other family members before me, like my siblings, all of whom had left him, leaving only me and my little sister still seeing him. He...
The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.
I used to be my brother's doll. It was just a game to him. He hurt me and would say he loved me. I covered for him for years, both because I didn't want to remember and because I knew no one...
Late on the dishes, food still on the plate.
Mommy is mad; Daddy's home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone,
Wishing to myself get me out of this home.
My whole life, my father abused me. For as long as I can remember, he'd hit me, touch me, and say terrible things to me. I always thought I was alone. I felt like no one felt my pain. I felt...
As I lay silently, my heartbeat in my ear
The thunder of footsteps ringing in fear
The night is long and the anger strong
I wonder, is this where I belong?
There was a time he loved her.
Now it's clear there's nothing there.
He walks around so flippantly
With no interest or a care.
The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head
Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.
You're definitely not alone in your suffering. Like you, I was abused by my stepfather and an uncle and have struggled daily to deal with the pain. I was in the third grade when mine started...
Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
What a beautiful poem .. I'm almost 21 and I got molested when I was in 7th grade until my freshman year by my mother's husband. Forced to do things no angel should.. And all he said was that...
How are you feeling? What's going through your mind?
Is that dream you're dreaming hurting deep inside?
You wake up hearing yelling, yelling in your room,
You wonder who it is, then you realize it is you.
It happened to me as a small child from 5 till I was 8 by my great uncle. I never told anyone. Now I'm a mom and 33. I fail at relationships.and don't trust letting my kids with most guys....
I never thought I would have this conversation with you.
Listen, you were only 10 and didn't know what to do.
You did the best you could from the choices you had to chose.
It wasn't your fault.
There once was a murder,
But this one has a twist.
The victim was my innocence,
Stolen through his fist.
I feel like you've put everything that i have been feeling into words. I have been struggling to express what the abuse I endured from my ex felt like, and your poem has done that for me....