Abuse Poems

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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.

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67 Sad Poems on Abuse

1. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse
- By Louise
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008
I'm 17 and have been sexually abused for 8 years. It's still not over it completely, and the future doesn't seem too good. So for anyone in my position, please don't feel alone because I know what it feels like. I hope that for every abused child out there everything will be okay. Just don't ever give up the fight because you've done nothing wrong. I just wish someone, somewhere, would try and understand. I know it's hard to be happy...it's the hardest thing in the world. So I wrote this poem to express how I feel. I hope you like it.

He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.

He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.

One night I was in bed,
And he came to say goodnight,
except he took a little longer
before he turned out the light.

He really hurt me that night,
and I didn't know what to do.
I thought it happened to most,
to every little boy and girl.

I lay in bed that night
hurting inside and out.
Tears streaming down my face,
I tried hard not to shout out.

I put that tragic night
to the back of my head,
playing games at school;
there was nothing to be said.

A year had passed along,
and then it happened again.
My mum was out at work;
it was him and me again.

I was sat next to him
just watching the TV
when he pulled me close to him
and again molested me.

I thought it only happened once
when I had done something bad,
but now I knew I was wrong.
I felt alone and sad.

And 8 years on I got
the courage to tell someone.
The police got involved and stuff.
I was hated by my mum.

She kicked me out that day
and stuck right by his side,
saying I was attention-seeking
and that it was all lies.

So in the end it got too much,
and I told the police I lied.
Everything went back to normal
I swear I wish I'd died.

Everything was going well
until he sent me those texts
saying he would kill himself;
it was all my fault instead.

So I went back to the police
and told them it all again.
He's moved out for now.
It's investigating time again.

But my mum still hates me
and thinks it's all a lie.
I feel so alone right now.
I wish I would just die.

I've told a couple of friends,
but it's hard for them, you see,
to put up with something as stupid
as a teenager like me.

All I do is mope and cry
because no one understands
what I feel inside each day.
Please, someone take my hand.

I cut myself sometimes
when the pain gets too much.
I hate him for what he did
and where he used to touch.

I often think I'll run away
or step into the road.
My future seems so black and dim.
I'm only 17 years old.

And if the case is dropped,
he will come back home again,
and I'll be back to where I began...
in a world of sadness and pain.

I hope someone hears my cry
and says they understand.
I just don't know what to do anymore.
I'm scared and on my own.

So you see, I'm stuck forever.
I just want to scream and shout,
but there's something you have to know.
That for me, there's no way out.
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2. Speechless
- By Kyra Lee
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007
I made this because of personal reasons.
But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts.
I fight against child abuse!

Child Abuse Ends In Death

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.

Our dad's always mad.
He screams and he yells.
I don't think he likes us.
It's easy to tell.

Mum's only kind
When dad's not around,
And when he is home,
She hardly makes a sound.

Mum's always out,
Never home.
Dad's always drunk
And always alone.

As soon as we hear
Those jingly keys,
We run and hide.
We run and plea.

We find a place
And curl up tight.
I hold her hand
And she holds mine.

And soon enough,
Dad then walks in.
Don't make a sound; don't say a word.
I pray inside, deep within.

But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much.
"Oh God," she yells,
"Why are you so mean?"

He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more,
And with one last hit,
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches.

She takes one last gasp of air,
Our hands still holding,
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle.

I stare at him ,
My eyes so blue.
He looks at me
And yells, "O you!"

"How dare you.
Make me so mad.
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And my beautiful sister was only three

That day my Daddy
Murdered her.
My best friend,
She was my world.

We stuck together
Through thick and thin,
But now she's gone.
I'm lost within.

When I was six, my sister three.
My Daddy murdered Leigh.
Since that day I have not spoke,
For it's speaking that made her die.
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3. Unmasked
- By Bruk Linn
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2018
I was sexually abused by my brother during my childhood. Dividing my inner self from the "me" I show the world has allowed me to rise to success in many areas: social, economic, and academic. Yet, it is this driving force which isolates; it creates a giant wall between myself and the people around me. They think I am beautiful, successful, lucky. The guilt and pain I perpetually endure as a result of the abuse makes me feel as though I am living a double life.

Exposing My Vulnerabilities

Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.

Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.

Don't trust the smile you see;
it's a facade to conceal
searing pain, acute shame,
sheer heartache.

Don't get fooled by my laughter;
it is merely an echo
of hollow insides, yearning
for senses to return.

Don't get convinced by my clarity and order;
borne in attempt to
control the chaos
and pacify the storm brewing inside.

Don't be blinded by
The perfection I exude,
The courage I fake,
The innocence I feign,
The confidence I wear-
For I am broken.
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4. Returning Faith
- By Lynette Gutwein
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011
I was the victim of domestic violence for 14 years. I am now free and a survivor. Healing takes time. Scars will always remain. Yet I am not held hostage anymore!

Poem By A Victim And Survivor Of Domestic Violence

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.

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.

Your words would cut me deep inside,
Deep to the very core.
Darkness. Cold. I could not feel.
Why did you hate me so?

You crushed me as I screamed in pain.
Your words ripped out my heart.
The world grew dull. I felt insane.
Did you ever care about that part?

Is that what you wanted all along?
"I win!" "You lose!" A game?
Control, submission, guilt, defeat.
Yet, I still remain.

It was for a child that I lived,
Although I rather would have died.
Now, how I thank God for that child?
Because of her, I have survived.

I will live in spite of you.
You no longer have a say.
My life, my body, my mind, my soul,
You will never again have control.

Whether in this world or in the next,
Justice will have a way.
You hurt me and you almost won,
But, "You Lost!" I have to say.

A new dawn breaks of hope and peace,
Of happiness and grace.
From me, these things YOU CANNOT TAKE.
My head held high, I walk by faith!
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5. Abuse
- By Adri
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008
From the mouth of a woman being abused by her spouse, "I wonder if this is how my life will be from now until I die."

Domestic Violence Poem

He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.

He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.

I love him so much,
So I don't have the strength
To walk right out the door.

There's blood on my face.
Everything hurts,
And all I can do is cry.

I made him mad,
So this is what he does.
I wish I knew his reason why.

My heart won't let me leave him,
And it hurts too much to try.

I wonder if this is how my life will be
From now until I die.

He says he's sorry.
He takes me in his arms.
He even starts to cry.

I tell him I forgive him
And that everything is fine.

For now at least because I know
It will happen again in time.
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6. The Hunter Of Utterance Of Destruction
- By Bet Dotson
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007
Verbal abuse poem. This poem was written about people who utter words that are destructive to friendships and relationships.

Verbal Abuse

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

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

His tongue is a loaded gun
Its barrel as cold as ice
And late at night when I am sleeping
His bullets strike me twice

His throat is stuck with reason
As he pulls back on his bow
He listens for a heartbeat
A sound he yearns to know

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His target is a life
And when he sees me breathing
He sharpens every knife

His finger's on the trigger
As I'm reaching for a pail
For all my blood to drain into
For to quench him in his hell

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
In confidence he soars
With every word that's uttered
Through every vein that pours

There's too much information
Too much noise in his brain
Then he digs a grave to put me in
When he sees that I've been slain

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His voice is dark and deep
And death is all around him
When his words have gone to sleep

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7. Love Hurts
- By Kaylee
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2016
My first relationship was with an older man who abused me mentally. I don't think he realized how bad off I was. Being so young and madly in "love," I kept coming back.

Poem About Being In A Bad Relationship

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.

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.

I am not going to stick around,
Waiting for your heart to be found.
I am going to get away,
Find a better place to stay.

You're blind to the things you do.
All my torment is because of you.
I want to stay, but I won't,
I should hate you, but I don't.

So I'm going to get away from here,
But my heart will stay near,
Even though I will always love you,
I can't stand the things you do.
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8. Her Smile (Pantoum)
- By Tynea Lewis
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018
This is an example of a pantoum, which is a form of poetry that uses a lot of repeated lines. Too many times I have used my smile to trick people into thinking everything was okay with me, even when it felt like everything inside was falling apart. That is what this poem is about. I tried showing others that I was happy, but there was still something inside of me that continued eating away at that smile.

Pushing The Pain Aside

Her smile was visible to all,
Showing a dark secret
From an inescapable memory
Because of the lie she kept telling herself.

Her smile was visible to all,
Showing a dark secret
From an inescapable memory
Because of the lie she kept telling herself.

Showing a dark secret,
The light was dimming
Because of the lie she kept telling herself.
She tried to push the pain aside.

The light was dimming
From an inescapable memory
She tried to push the pain aside.
Her smile was visible to all.
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9. Hush Little Sister
- By Yerzinia
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009
I was abused from the age of four by my family, as was my older sister, who died from the abuse. I am now twenty-one, and this poem is what I sometimes wondered about - if she was looking down on me and helping me survive. When I was rescued at the age of twelve, I was encouraged to write down my feelings, and this poem was something I created back then. This is the first time I've shown it to anyone, and I dedicate this poem to my sister, whom I hope is at peace.

Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too

I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared

I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too

I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone

Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care

You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry

He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor

You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries

But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone

I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can

Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help

Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
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10. The Little Girl Lay So Still
- By Angielogie
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2011
I was abused at an early age of 5. When I was 5 I found out my sister was abused, too. She was 12 at the time. The day I wrote this poem I gave it to my husband to read. He cried as he said that he never really understood the pain of the victim until that moment. This seemed to help me deal with the pain in a new way. I could finally talk about it freely with him.

The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head

The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head

She sang about the sun
She sang about the bees
She sang about her mummy
While you parted her little knees

You promised her a puppy
Some sweeties and a doll
You promised her the world
You promised her it all

You told her she was daddy's girl
Yet you treated her so bad
You took away her smile
And the childhood she never had
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11. I Have A Secret
- By Ciara Coper
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2007
A Daughter shares her story of abuse at the hands of her Mother

Abusive Mother

Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.

Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.
I have a secret, a dark one,
A secret I've never told anyone.
Everyday when I come home,
Mother waits till I'm alone,
Then she'll hit me with a spoon or shoe,
Till I bleed, till I'm black and blue.
Dad left us when I was three,
Since then all she's done is blame it on me.
I'm ugly, stupid, tarty, and fat,
It was my fault he left us, "You hear that you brat?!",
With a duck and a dive, I sometimes manage to swerve,
But I know in the end I'm going to, "Get what I deserve".
Hospital a few times, "I was playing with my brother",
It's one lame excuse after another.
One of these days, I'm going to break free,
One of these days, I'll be truly happy.

But until then I tell no one,
I have a secret,
I'm not telling anyone.
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12. I Need It From You
- By Annalicia P.
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2010
When I was child, I was molested by my papaw and abused by my daddy. I never told anyone. My older sister was molested by my daddy, which was her stepfather. She got the nerve to tell on him, and I didn't tell until I was twelve.

Working Through Childhood Abuse

Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do.
I need help and I need it from you.
My life is full of "ups" and "downs,"
and I need someone to lift my "frowns."

Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do.
I need help and I need it from you.
My life is full of "ups" and "downs,"
and I need someone to lift my "frowns."

So much hurt and so much pain,
sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.
All the abuse and all the molestation,
are you starting to understand all the aggravation?

Wanting to be loved and just feel like I'm needed,
am I starting to sound conceited?
My mind is always pacing, thinking of childhood days and nights,
all of its fears and all of its frights.

I just want the memories to disappear.
If I could, I probably wouldn't be drinking this beer.
Oh God, please help me, I don't know what to do.
I need help, and I need it from you!
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13. Mother
- By Anna L. Harman
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018
The story behind my poem is the abuse and neglect from my own mother. I used all that pain and turned it into something beautiful to help raise awareness of abuse.

Abuse From Mother

Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.

Past the moon and the stars,

Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.

Past the moon and the stars,
You promised you loved me that far.

Now all the lies you've told
Have burrowed a hole deep inside my soul.

All those memories we share,
All that pain I cannot bear.

You broke my heart
Finding pleasure in tearing me apart.

Because of you, my happiness never lasts.
Because of you, I can only find darkness in my past.

You broke me down,
Left me collapsed in agony upon the ground.

You broke every promise that you ever made,
But still for your sins I must be the one who pays.

You stole my innocence that very day,
Leaving me no other choice but to walk away.
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14. Sexual Abuse By Mother's Boyfriend
- By Eleena-Jayde
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009
I'm a 17-year-old female who was once sexually abused by my mother's long-term boyfriend. Being raped every day for 3 months makes you feel so dirty and ashamed.

The day you said it was okay
to do the things you did
was the day I closed my heart,
then ran away and hid.

The day you said it was okay
to do the things you did
was the day I closed my heart,
then ran away and hid.

You said it was okay,
you said it was all right,
but then I grew up,
and I knew you lied.

Mother, please help; mother, I need you here.
If only I could tell you,
but there is no need to share,
for if I did I'd fear you wouldn't care.

Now I know it's over,
now I know its done.
All I fear now
is what he could have done.
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15. I Count The Seconds
- By Madeline Matterson
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015
Daddy hurt me.

Poem About Wanting To Be Rid Of Pain

I count the seconds
As the time comes near.
I know as I wait
That pain will be here.

I count the seconds
As the time comes near.
I know as I wait
That pain will be here.

I don't want to hurt.
I don't understand why.
I don't want this pain.
I don't want to cry.

I want to be loved.
I want a hand to hold.
I want a shoulder to cry on.
I want loving words to be told.

I sit here so quiet
In silent sorrow,
Praying to God
That I might see tomorrow.

But until then,
I count the seconds.
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16. Inner Child
- By Kate
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008
To the hurting child in each of us who've suffered the horrors of abuse.

Dear Jesus

Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.

Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I've been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don't look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I've been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can't be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I'm afraid that if you look there,
You'll find it dark and cold.
I'm not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won't see any tears.
I guess they've just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that's just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won't have much to say.
I've found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you'll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That's because of all the fear.
You'll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It's because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I'm so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother's womb
You created me
And I can't help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it's true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.
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17. I Never Asked You To Be My Dad
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008
As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children who are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.
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18. Small, Little Child
- By Holly Federle
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2018
This was a part of a very long journey for me as I dealt with memories of abuse as a child. It was therapy for me to write.

The Effects Of Abuse Later In Life

Small, little child with her eyes open wide
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor little girl just stares into space,
Transports herself into another place.

Small, little child with her eyes open wide
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor little girl just stares into space,
Transports herself into another place.

Small, little child becomes someone else.
Someone stronger, faster, someone who can yell.
Poor little girl never really gets away,
Just blocks it out with clouds of blue and gray.

Sad, young wife, with her eyes open wide,
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor young woman just stares into space,
The small, little child locked in a hiding place.

Sad, young wife has learned to hide her pain.
The others are silenced to make her feel more sane.
Poor young woman can't seem to remember much.
She can't quite afford to feel his loving touch.

Sad, young woman, with her eyes open wide,
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor young woman is now all alone.
She can't figure out how she lost her happy home.

Sad, young woman never really lived,
She could never really trust; she could never really give.
Poor young woman, the small child inside,
The demons, the lost souls, no one ever tried.

The small, little child, with the young woman's face,
Her eyes open wide, no longer see this place.
Poor young child, burning in hell,
She could not scream, she could not yell.

The small, little child, with the young woman's face,
Took her secrets to the grave; there was no saving grace.
Small, little child, with her eyes open wide,
Can't understand why it hurts inside...
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19. My Lonely Show
- By Yvonne Houde
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012
I was in a very abusive marriage, lucky to have survived it. Over the span of 20 years, I had been abandoned on a mountain while pregnant, had a gun held to my head, had my nose, ribs and ankle broken, and was raped. I wrote this poem after my ankle was broken. I was a well-known and respected community member. I was ashamed of what I was going through and spent years trying to change myself to try to prevent the abuse. I don't resemble that broken woman anymore, and I have found my voice.

A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said,
While I cry alone in bed.

A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said,
While I cry alone in bed.

Don't worry, I'll let you be,
Your secret is safe, alone with me.
My life is a lonely show,
I'll never let anyone know.

The sorrow and pain and lonely tears
Have been safe with me all these years.
I am the person people phone
When THEY feel all alone.

Don't worry, your secret is mine,
I'm too embarrassed all the time.
You're angry with me again.
I don't know why, that's insane!

If anyone knew I would curl up and die,
I let people think I am only shy.
You're angry with me all the time...
I don't want anyone to know, so you are fine.
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20. Monster
- By Trisha Ramos
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
A victim of abuse cries out in the night.

I try to rationalize
it all
as you
tear

I try to rationalize
it all
as you
tear
right through me.

The monster's back tonight.

Fueled by alcohol
and past conversation,
by rage and
imagination,
you've become a beast
I hardly know
yet know too well.

I can't build walls fast enough
for you.

All these years have taught you well.

The assault
begins,
you're armed
with the thoughts
inside your head,
barbed words and
insinuations.

You leave wounds
no one sees
but me.

The monster's back tonight.

I can't build walls fast enough.

I try to rationalize it
all.
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67 Sad Poems on Abuse

1. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse

2. Speechless

I made this because of personal reasons. But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts. I fight against child abuse!

3. Unmasked

4. Returning Faith

I was the victim of domestic violence for 14 years. I am now free and a survivor. Healing takes time. Scars will always remain. Yet I am not held hostage anymore!

5. Abuse

From the mouth of a woman being abused by her spouse, "I wonder if this is how my life will be from now until I die."

6. The Hunter Of Utterance Of Destruction

Verbal abuse poem. This poem was written about people who utter words that are destructive to friendships and relationships.

7. Love Hurts

My first relationship was with an older man who abused me mentally. I don't think he realized how bad off I was. Being so young and madly in "love," I kept coming back.

8. Her Smile (Pantoum)

9. Hush Little Sister

10. The Little Girl Lay So Still

11. I Have A Secret

A Daughter shares her story of abuse at the hands of her Mother

12. I Need It From You

When I was child, I was molested by my papaw and abused by my daddy. I never told anyone. My older sister was molested by my daddy, which was her stepfather. She got the nerve to tell on him, and I didn't tell until I was twelve.

13. Mother

The story behind my poem is the abuse and neglect from my own mother. I used all that pain and turned it into something beautiful to help raise awareness of abuse.

14. Sexual Abuse By Mother's Boyfriend

I'm a 17-year-old female who was once sexually abused by my mother's long-term boyfriend. Being raped every day for 3 months makes you feel so dirty and ashamed.

15. I Count The Seconds

Daddy hurt me.

16. Inner Child

To the hurting child in each of us who've suffered the horrors of abuse.

17. I Never Asked You To Be My Dad

As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children who are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.

18. Small, Little Child

This was a part of a very long journey for me as I dealt with memories of abuse as a child. It was therapy for me to write.

19. My Lonely Show

20. Monster

A victim of abuse cries out in the night.

I made this because of personal reasons.
But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts.
I fight against child abuse!