Abuse Poems
Sad Poems on Abuse
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.
127 Thank You to the Victims who have shared their stories
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1. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse
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.Latest Shared StorySo 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...
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2. Speechless
Child Abuse Ends In DeathMy 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.Latest Shared StoryHi...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...
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3. Abuse
Domestic Violence PoemHe 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.Latest Shared StoryI 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....
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4. Returning Faith
Poem By A Victim And Survivor Of Domestic ViolenceYou 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!Latest Shared StoryAs 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!
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5. Unmasked
Exposing My VulnerabilitiesDon'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.Latest Shared StoryI 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...
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6. Her Smile (Pantoum)
Pushing The Pain AsideHer 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. -
7. Hush Little Sister
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.Latest Shared StoryI 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...
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8. Tears, Tears Go Away
Poem About Reminders Of The PastTears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.
Why can't you go away?
Just let this happiness last.
Tears, tears flowing so fast,
You're telling the story of a child in the past.
She's stuck with the memory of what has just happened,
Praying to God one day she won't be broken.
The bruises, the scars,
The ones that will never heal.
She grew up thinking that's how you need to feel.
This little girl,
Not sure about life,
Cut after cut
Then took her life.
Tears, tears come as she leaves this world
"So young, so happy" for all they know.
Beaten as a child,
Not loved all her life,
Backstabbing friends.
Oh wait that's my life....Latest Shared StoryYou'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...
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9. The Unknown Murder
Poem About How Abuse Feels On The InsideThere once was a murder,
But this one has a twist.
The victim was my innocence,
Stolen through his fist.
It wasn't a normal crime scene,
There was no blood or gore.
Because this one was my body,
While I layed down on the floor.
The only evidence left,
Were his fingerprints on my soul.
I tried to scrub them off,
But he ruined me as a whole.
There were no witnesses,
Besides my two very own eyes.
But they never really saw that well,
They couldn't even see through his lies.
Just like most murders,
There were many tears shed.
Though they weren't from my family,
But from me instead.
He didn't leave any clues,
There was not a single trace.
Except for the memories inside me,
Which I can never erase.
The police never found my body,
Because it's still around.
I'm a prisoner in my own skin,
I'm lost and can't be found.
There was only one weapon,
It was an extension of him.
And as he attacked me with it,
My heart became so grim.
This wasn't a normal murder,
Oh, why can't they see?
The girl inside my body,
Is no longer me.
There never was a funeral,
Because no one knew I died.
I guess that's just what happens,
When you keep it all inside.Latest Shared StoryI 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....
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10. A Father's Love
Promising Son To Protect Him From Child AbuseYou came to the world,
On a God blessed night.
Your limbs were all there,
Your heart beat just right.
Your sweet, precious smile,
Brought both pride and joy,
And I proudly said,
"That's my little boy".
As your proud father,
I said that I must.
Teach my precious child,
Love, honor and trust.
I had to treat you,
So tender and mild.
For I was your Dad,
And you were my child.
I knew child abuse,
Had been on the rise.
And many a child,
Had tears in their eyes.
More often than not,
The culprit was known.
So I promised you,
You'd not be alone.
For you were my son,
And I was your trust.
As your proud father,
I said that I must.
Protect my young son,
From being defiled.
And keep my eyes on,
My precious young child.
For deep down inside,
Your Dad knew for sure.
That when you grew up,
You'd want to explore.
Your innocent eyes,
Somehow wouldn't see.
How cruel and unkind,
That this world could be.
So each day I watched,
With fatherly love.
I taught you to trust,
In God up above.
I never forgot,
The first time you smiled.
Or how I promised,
To protect my child. -
11. Courage To Leave Abusive Relationship
From the depths of despair when my world fell apart,
I felt all alone and heavy in heart.
My life had been shattered by a tight-fisted hand.
Who could I turn to; who'd understand?
So with no self-esteem and in a broken mess,
I made a decision about my happiness.
I took all my courage I could find
To make a stand for myself and leave him behind.
Those first few months were the loneliest I've been,
But I knew it was worth it not to be hit again.
Again in finding myself, I cried a river of tears,
Learning to love me and facing my fears.Latest Shared StoryThank you-
I am finally away from the abusive relationship I was stuck in. He was charged formally by the state and took a plea deal for the two misdemeanors when he held me against my will... -
12. They Don't Know
A Girl Who Was Abused For Most Of Her LifeThey don't know
About struggling through the sleepless nights, anticipating that next big fight,
About envisioning that same depressing sight, then staring at it until daylight.
They don't know
About him leaving with her jewelry, her food, her savings, her every possession,
About him leaving with her peace, her trust, her perception of her own reflection.
They don't know
About the way he degraded her, the beatings he gave her,
About the way he enslaved her, how afraid he had made her.
They don't know
About the narcissistic mind games, how he purposely planned her misery,
About the dehumanizing names, how he stripped her of every liberty.
They don't know
About the evil she had absorbed for so many years,
About those desperate screams that preceded the tears.
They don't know
About the pain and the sorrow, when a heavy heart can feel hollow,
About the confusion that will follow just trying to make it til tomorrow.
They don't know
About the beautiful person trapped inside this petrified shell,
About the brave warrior inside that helped her survive this hell.
They don't know
About being manipulated in your own home with constant lies and trickery,
About the overwhelming possibility they'd treat her much differently if they knew her history.
They don't know
About treating this like it's your last chance to help, because it might be,
About treating this like it's your chance to reverse all the pain this girl had to see.
They don't know
About the smiles she forces daily so the pain won't show,
About the fact no one can ever help if they don't know. -
13. Cover Girl
You can cover it with makeup,
foundation caked on,
but you can't cover the hurt;
you can't hide the wrong.
You disguise your eyes
all black and blue,
but, Cover Girl, you can't cover
what that man has done to you.
You can hide a scratch,
you can cover up a mark,
you can pretend he doesn't bite,
you can pretend he doesn't bark.
But some scars can't be made over.
The ones that are already invisible to the eye
are the ones that will remain the longest,
not wanting to say goodbye.
Cover Girl, your work
would put a good makeup artist to shame,
but you work your magic for protection
not fame.
You want to hide the pain you feel
when you see the bite, the bruises, the marks,
but girl that makeup
cannot cover what he's done to your heart.
It's all tattered and torn,
your self worth all gone,
second guessing yourself,
thinking everything you do is wrong.
You monitor your breaths,
you count your steps.
You even count the minutes,
wondering how much time is left
Before your foundation, your concealers,
your blush, and your creams
can no longer hide the punishment
and no longer remove the screams.
Just remember some scars can't be made over.
The ones that are already invisible to the eye
are the ones that will remain the longest,
not wanting to say goodbye. -
14. Daddy's Doll
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.
For my dear old Dad, has made me sad,
By playing house with me,
And you can bet, I can't forget,
All the things he's done to me.
For he's robbed me of my purity,
And he's stripped me of my pride,
He took from me my virginity,
And he ruined me inside.
It makes no sense my innocence,
Was forced to take a tragic fall.
I don't know why but I know that I,
Have become my Daddy's Doll.
I'm so confused for I've been abused,
And I don't think he will stop.
It sounds absurd but If I say a word,
I know I'll get a pop.
And I'll have to lie about my eye,
When it is black and blue.
I slipped and fell, I hurt like hell,
But what am I to do?
It will do more harm if I tell my Mom,
Because she'll think it's a lie.
And for a fact, she'll tell me that,
"Daddy's not that type of guy".
And because I'm young, I bite my tongue,
And my tears begin to fall.
I wonder why I have to cry,
And be my Daddy' Doll.Latest Shared StoryI 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...
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15. The Child Within
I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.
I'm supposing and I'm closing,
In on all my childhood fears.
I'm indicting and I'm inviting,
The people behind my tears.
I'm reflecting and I'm injecting,
The power of God above.
I'm unmasking and I'm asking,
Why the child was void of love.
I'm a hunting and I'm confronting,
The abusers once again.
I'm a hurting but I'm supporting,
The courage of the child within.
I'm remising and I'm dismissing,
The notion that I was no good.
I'm a fearing but I'm a sharing,
All aspects of my childhood.
I'm a feeling but I'm a dealing,
With all of my past issues,
I'm a dying and I'm a crying,
So please pass me the tissues.
I'm confiding and I'm not hiding,
From the issues I must explore.
I'm expressing and not suppressing,
The child's feelings anymore.
I'm a shrieking but I'm a seeking,
To help heal the child again.
I'm a grinning because I'm winning,
The trust of the child within. -
16. Living In My World
Poem From A Child Abused Physically And EmotionallyLate 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.
I'm always getting beaten, never treated well.
I'm the one child's whose life's a living hell.
Thrashes on my back, bruises on my face,
All because I didn't clean up this place.
I don't have a bed; cement floor is all I've got
Cold walls, no blankets, not even a cozy cot.
Laundry not completed, so no dinner for tonight.
My family all eating, plainly in sight.
Raggedy clothes, cold feet I must add.
I know what you're thinking - you must have been bad.
But that's not the case, honest to God.
I'm just a misfit, the odd pea from the pod.
I was cute in the beginning, a mistake in the end.
Not allowed to socialize, not allowed to have one friend.
Daddy doesn't like me; he's mean - it's true.
He yells mean things at me for anything I do.
He tells me he'll kill me, that I'm going to hell.
If anyone asks, he'll tell them I just fell.
Mommy doesn't say much, well nothing at all.
I'm not allowed to do anything; I have to lay there when I fall.
Looking all depressed is what I do best,
But trying to survive is definitely a big test.
No child should live the life I have to go by.
Every child should smile and have no reason to cry.
Living in my world is definitely not fun
I guess I'm that *lucky* child, that very *special* one.Latest Shared StoryMy 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...
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17. Broken
Trying To Heal From Sexual Abuse PoemYou stole my innocence, you soiled my life.
How dare you inflict so much strife.
No one protected me, no one saved me.
Suffering alone and wanting to flee.
Trying to heal my entire life.
It's such a struggle to get things right.
Hiding the pain, hiding the shame,
Feeling unworthy with nothing to gain.
Living alone is so bitter sweet.
No one to hurt me, but no body heat.
I miss being touched in a loving way.
Someone to cuddle without going astray.
I wiggle my toes when I feel myself flee.
No need to escape when it's only me.
So broken, so sad, so tired of crying.
Is it even worth the price of trying? -
18. The Monster He's Become
Poem About Domestic ViolenceThere 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.
Through his silence he berates her.
He flaunts the coldness in his eyes.
Neither her tortured sobs nor pleading words
Can make him sympathize.
To him she's just an afterthought,
An object to be used,
A service to be rendered,
A shattered ego to abuse.
He's Dr. Jekyll with the world to see
But Mr. Hyde behind closed doors,
And each time she tries to rise again,
He knocks her back down to the floor.
He has no conscience to control him.
His heart beats for him alone.
She's a peasant to his royalty
As he perches on his throne.
He's a narcissistic bully
Who rubs her wounds with salt.
He degrades, destroys and disregards
Without a guilty thought.
But she fears he'll never let her go
And she knows he'll never change.
Promises are made and broken
But his cruelty still remains.
But time is passing quickly now.
She's in the twilight of her years
And it's her hope and consolation
That her days are numbered here.
But perhaps when she's no longer there
For him to just keep beating down,
He'll see how weak he really is
When there's no one to push around. -
19. While I Was Bleeding
Don't Stay In An Abusive RelationshipWhere do I begin to explain the beating?
You watched as I sat there bleeding,
You never cared about my feelings.
My hurt had no healing.
Rape after rape, I knew I had to escape,
never allowed to look up,
never allowed to talk.
You beat me so I couldn't walk.
I remember the day I almost died.
You laughed, while I cried.
You beat me so bad while you cursed out my dad!
I could never withstand the pain, you are insane!
You played me like a game..
This time I win, and you; you have committed a sin.
When you burn in hell, which time will only tell,
God will ask you, "Why, why the beating of this woman whom you took to love?
Did you forget who was watching from above?"
Remember when I hid under the bed from you, what was I suppose to do?
You kicked me in my tummy.
I lost our baby and you thought it was funny.
You degraded me and put me in dirt.
You loved to see me hurt.
Now that I have gotten away through my planned escape,
I have no more tears or any fears, but the memory will last for years.
God has blessed me, and now I'm not afraid to see.
I am brave, brave enough to have a child now,
brave enough to have found marriage,
and brave enough to believe in love
thanks to God above...Latest Shared StoryI was abused sexually by an older cousin. He'd put a pillow over my face, tell me to take my nickers off, and then inflict pain on my private areas. He told me he'd kill my brothers, mam, and...
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20. Battered Woman
Finding The Courage To Leave An Abusive RelationshipBattered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.
The beatings hurt.
The scars ain't gone,
But sooner or later,
Your soul will be torn.
What's it going to take
For you to just leave?
One last hit or until
You can't breathe?
Battered woman,
I know what you're thinking.
It's your fault for what he's doing.
You blame yourself
Over and over again.
You ask yourself
Will this abuse ever end?
He's going to keep doing it.
It's all up to you.
You just have to gain the courage
To move on and start new.
It's not going to be easy.
Take it one day at a time.
The hurt will subside, and you'll finally have
A peace of mind.Latest Shared StoryI am so glad that this poem has touched your heart. This was my life, but I wanted to reach out to the ones who are living my nightmare, hopefully they will be able to take their lives back...
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