Abuse Poems - Page 2

  1. 21. I Long For My Escape

    I have lived with domestic violence for many, many years. I have grown old in it. Lately, things have been particularly difficult, so I decided to write about it.

    Domestic Violence

    Lately when I wake each day,
    The sunlight hurts my eyes,
    And when I think of yesterday,
    I want to just curl up and cry.

    It seems that life is getting harder,
    My sense of loneliness extreme,
    My sadness more disabling,
    And the abuse now more routine.

    I've discovered a reality
    That has consumed my very life,
    Which is sometimes even breathing
    Can become a constant fight.

    There are moments so exhausting
    From the internal, chronic pain,
    That death itself seems like a blessing
    Because living life's become my bane.

    I thought that age would garner needed peace,
    A final freedom for my soul.
    But instead, the chaos and the conflict
    Have grown worse as I've grown old.

    It seems that some of those bad choices
    That I made along the way
    Remain with me just like my shadow
    And will chase me to my grave.

    It only takes one other person
    To change your life into a hell
    And make your home a ceaseless battlefield
    Rather than the haven where you dwell.

    My compassion and my tolerance
    Proved my most pathetic traits.
    They were my vices hiding in disguise
    That led me to my wretched fate.

    I believed in love and people changing.
    I overestimated my own skills.
    I thought that I could transform anyone
    Through my sheer intellect and will.

    Now it's far too late for changes now
    The Monster's reached his grandest scale
    And compared to him in all his glory,
    My aged strength and weapons pale.

    But I discovered an advantage,
    Which I hope to master soon.
    Providing that this nightmare
    Doesn't render me a hopeless loon.

    I now accept my dreary prison,
    And I accept there's no escape.
    I accept that through this misery
    My heart and soul I may forsake.

    I have discovered that one's death can come
    Even when their heart is beating
    And that instead of fighting back sometimes
    The wiser move is in retreating.

    I will stay silent and invisible.
    I won't challenge or debate.
    I'll play possum for my enemy
    And perhaps I will stay safe.

    At last, my fate will rest with God above
    And my perdition will be done
    Whether the Monster meets his just defeat
    Or my own eternal rest will come.

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  2. 22. Whimper In The Darkness

    • By Dick Lange
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2016

    I was a cop and went to a call for domestic abuse. I saw a little one in her bedroom crying when I finally cleared the area.

    Poem About Children Crying Themselves To Sleep

    Within a darkened, quiet house, tucked in a lonely bed,
    Upon a dirty pillowcase, there lies a tiny head.
    A precious face that knows no love, in tattered rags she's sleeping,
    While high above, the angels who are watching her are weeping.

    This world with all its troubles, the woes we can't disguise
    Has one that grieves my very soul, the pain in a child's eyes.
    So trusting with their innocence as they try to make their way
    Through all the problems little ones have got to face each day.

    So often they are pushed aside, their tiny voices fall
    On ears of parents stuffed with greed, with thoughtlessness and pride.
    How many precious tears must fall? How often must they plead
    Before you take your eyes of "self" and harken to their need?

    Little eyes that stare so blankly, filled with loneliness,
    Caused by lack of loving care...parental heartlessness.
    Longing for one gentle touch, a tiny hint of praise
    But nothing comes to ease the pain...you just won't change your ways.

    Please listen to my warning, 'tis wisdom that you lack.
    Each day you show no love is lost; you cannot get them back.
    You've been entrusted from above, you'll answer for your deeds.
    Take time to show you love them, fulfill your child's needs.

    Or stand one day condemned you must, no way you can explain
    Of why these gifts from God were treated cruelly with disdain.
    While high above in heaven, the angels start to weep
    For little ones throughout the world...who cry themselves to sleep.

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  3. 23. Running From The Bear

    I once read that abuse causes panic and fear and your body interprets that degree of fear as if you are running from a bear. Continued abuse means you are constantly running. My heart goes out to all of those suffering from any type of abuse.

    Abuse And The Fear It Causes

    I've spent many years now
    Running from the bear.
    Just when I think you're gone,
    You once again are there.

    Fear grips like a vise
    If you're anywhere around.
    I stay quiet and hidden
    So that I will not be found.

    Overwhelmed by sheer terror
    Of another vicious attack,
    Praying you won't find me,
    But you always circle back.

    Adrenaline is now surging,
    Giving me the strength to flee.
    I run until I can run no more,
    And then you catch up to me.

    Suddenly you're upon me.
    I see the rage in your eyes.
    I try so hard to fight you off.
    I hear your roar above my cries.

    You could do more than frighten me,
    For of your strength I am aware,
    But you let me go once again
    So I can start running from the bear.

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  4. 24. Never Give Up Hope

    • By Louise
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017

    I wrote a poem a long time ago, describing how I felt there was no escape from sexual abuse. Nine years ago I felt like I was trapped in a world of despair that I couldn't get out of. I had been sexually abused by a family member from the age of 9.

    I wanted anyone in this position to know that even when it seems there is no hope or escape, there is. I never dreamed that one day I would be where I am now, but here I am. Proof that you can survive and things can change. Never give up hope.

    My Journey To Recovery From Sexual Abuse

    Nine years ago, if you'd have said
    I would be where I am now,
    I would have laughed and thought you silly.
    How could I escape my living hell?

    At nine years old my life turned dark,
    Until the age of seventeen
    I was a victim of sexual abuse.
    It was like living a bad dream.

    At seventeen I told the police,
    Only to be isolated and pushed aside.
    I recanted my statement and returned
    To a life of secrets and lies.

    It didn't scare my abuser off,
    Nor did it change how I felt.
    It carried on until I was twenty-one
    And I got the courage to walk out.

    I struggled so much with my mental health
    Over the following years.
    I went off the rails and hurt myself
    While trying to hide my tears.

    One night things went horribly wrong
    When I drank and everything went black.
    I'd thrown myself off a fifteen foot wall,
    Hit the floor and broke my back.

    As I plummeted to the ground below,
    My life flashed before my eyes.
    I thought, "This is it. This is the end."
    I thought I was ready to die.

    Someone was watching over me that night.
    For some reason, my life was saved.
    Two days later I left the hospital
    With nothing more than a back brace.

    I fell deeply in love that day
    With a man I knew from work.
    He held my hand and smiled at me
    Even though I probably looked my worst.

    He gave me a home and cared for me
    As I recovered from my fall.
    He took on my past without regret,
    Loved my scars, my charms, and flaws.

    Two years later, my wish came true
    When I gave birth to a baby girl.
    She had beautiful, long, dark hair
    And a face that changed my world.

    Another year on came my baby boy
    With blonde curly hair just like me.
    His smile lit up my entire life
    And made our family complete.

    But a dark cloud hung over our heads.
    My past wasn't going to die.
    I spiralled into a bad depression
    That almost claimed my life.

    My children gave me incredible strength
    As I spoke to the police once again.
    Their investigation unearthed
    I wasn't his only victim.

    Two others have spoken out,
    Because I took the brave step to fight.
    My own sister is one of the two.
    We stand together to do what's right.

    I am twenty six years old now
    And ready to start a new life
    With my two children and fiance
    Who will always be by my side.

    Don't be scared to do what's best,
    Because there is always a way out.
    Take it from me, a survivor,
    You can do it. I've no doubts!

    My life has taken a turn for the good.
    I have my children and a loving home.
    If your world is dark right now,
    Remember to never give up hope.

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  5. 25. Never Will Be

    • By Tabatha U.
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009

    This is a poem about my past sexual abuse.

    Nobody Believes I Was Abused

    The cold cuts through me-
    bloody and deep.
    I want to get warm,
    but all I can do is sit and weep.

    You left me broken and hurt
    and feeling depressed.
    I said I was sorry and I love you,
    but you weren't impressed.

    We fought about the abuse
    and you didn't believe me.
    I tried to explain it all-
    how else would a child know what I saw?

    I felt his body on top of me,
    heavy and hot
    and I cried out in pain
    as I fought with everything I got.

    He says he does it
    because he loves me,
    but what kind of love is that?
    The truth I just can't see.

    I want to be warm,
    but you left me.
    I want you to believe,
    but it never will be.

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  6. 26. To The Woman I Admire The Most

    • By Candis D. Sanders
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A woman who grows up in a home where her dad abuses her mom promises herself that she will never get into the same kind of relationship, and yet she does. She was there for her mom, and now her mom is there for her.

    Being a child, you had so much pain and sorrow,
    Never knowing what would come with the light of tomorrow.
    As a teen, you fell in love with a man that I now call Dad.
    You had two children to love but still yet you were so sad.
    A day had come when you knew something had to be done,
    For the one you loved had turned out not to be the one.
    You gave up everything just to take care of my sister and I.
    Sometimes just to make it easier on you I hoped to die.
    I remember seeing some of those men beating up on you.
    It killed me deep inside seeing you all black and blue.
    Holding each other crying feeling so sad and lost at the time,
    I told myself that this would never happen in the life of mine.
    It's been years for me; I had forgotten the feeling of being so scared.
    I knew my husband would never hit me, not even if dared.
    Sad thing is I faced the same as you had in your life.
    Thought I had to deal with it and grin to be a good wife.
    Each time he hit me I closed my eyes and remembered when,
    Finding myself like a child seeing it all happening again.
    I knew what I was facing would not be an easy road.
    You were always beside me like a shelter from the cold.
    We have both been involved with some terrible men.
    I know we are strong enough that this won't ever happen again.
    You have been such a great Mom and my very best friend.
    Now I'll stand beside you until both our journeys shall end.

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  7. 27. Memory

    • By Cece Garcia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2016

    I am a female still coping with the fact that I was molested as a child for two years by someone I trusted. I've kept it bottled up so long the memory haunts me.

    Haunted By Memories Of Abuse

    Years have passed; I continue to grow,
    Yet I hold a secret not many seem to know.
    The pain and hurt is still all too real in my mind.
    You did bad things that weren't kind.

    I loved you, trusted you, and you put me in fear.
    The way you touched me was hard to bear.
    You were strong and I was weak.
    Why was I so afraid to speak?

    Your rough hands inside my clothes,
    A dreaded secret no one knows.
    I tried to tell, but it was called a bluff.
    Why would I lie about that stuff?

    I've had no choice but to forgive,
    Because in my house you still live.
    A memory that continues to rot,
    Did you think I forgot?

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  8. 28. Broken

    • By Georgia Collison
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008

    I used to be a strong and happy woman and now...

    I Used To Be Strong

    Those days were somewhat cold,
    Trying to sink away,
    Hoping not to be noticed
    So the pain would just disappear.

    The scars on my wrists
    Will always be there,
    A reminder of a place
    That is so very bare.

    Holding the tears in
    As the memories go by,
    Leaving my body
    Every time I see him.

    The thought he controls me
    Spins my mind to bits.
    My innocence has gone
    And will never be forgotten.

    I wished I were somewhere else
    So I didn't deserve this.
    He blames it on me,
    Like I'm not worth it.

    He treats me like crap,
    Just throwing me around.
    I'm broken up inside
    And left lying on the ground.

    My life was once worthy,
    But I'm sick of being judged.
    I'd give anything to be normal
    Even though I'm not worth much.

    I was out-going and strong,
    Happy with my life
    Until this bombshell hit me.
    I just curled up and cried.

    The dreams are just repeating,
    Not stopping when I wake,
    Like I'm still living
    With such an awful hate.

    Those days before all this happened
    Seems like such a fairytale.
    If I told a single soul,
    He would never be let bail.

    Not being able to turn back
    Is such an awful thought.
    Surviving all this
    Is just something else...

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  9. 29. Survivor Of Molestation

    • By Brooke
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    Hello, my name is Brooke Ashlee Finelli and I'm a survivor of molestation. My poems show the feelings I have each and every day. The poems I write aren't just rhyming words, they're the emotions I go through throughout my lifetime. So, I hope you enjoy them.

    Being molested cut me deep inside,
    and all I really wanted to do was cry.

    The emotions it brought me, I can't deny,
    that it left me a horrible feeling inside.

    The pain it brought me, I felt alone,
    and soon I started getting out of control.

    This feeling it was killing me inside.
    That I could not tell my secret that was forever haunting my mind.

    This so called "uncle" was my family and made me do things that I would never want to do,
    and after he finished he'd say nothing but, "I love you."

    What I found so repulsive and vile to me, but I was full of fear not wanting to tell,
    because I knew it would bring me hell.

    Life gets harder day by day,
    but now I don't have to worry about him wanting to play.

    What he wanted to play was not a game;
    it was disgusting and sickening to my brain.

    I lay by my bed, sit on the floor, cross my hands and begin to pray
    because I'm finally happy now that the doors shut and he has gone away.

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  10. 30. Trying To Mend A Broken Heart

    • By Rhiannon
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008

    This was written about a guy that I like at school who abuses me. Everything in this poem is real.

    Abuse By Boyfriend Poem

    I talk to him,
    He talks to me.
    My heart, it swells
    And begs to be free.
    Does he know what's become of me?
    He hits and shoves,
    Punches galore.
    I know damn well that it could hurt more.
    I try not to cry and not show the pain,
    But deep down I know he's winning this "game."
    To me, he's perfect but oh so very vain.
    I will never, ever overcome this pain.
    I'm nothing but a punching bag to quench his anger's thirst.
    I grab my arm and limp off to the nurse.
    She asks what's wrong.
    I lie and say I fell.
    Why do I constantly go through with this hell?
    These tears are for him, and that I hope he knows.
    These emotions, this pain... why must it show?
    If I hide it away, I'd be lying to myself.
    He's abusive and cruel,
    And my friends begin to worry.
    They're afraid that he'll cause the death of me.
    It brings me to tears because I know they're right.
    They say, "Step Up!" and tell me to fight!
    I tell them the truth, "I can't."
    It would tear me apart.
    So I walk off to my room and try to mend my broken heart

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  11. 31. I Count The Seconds

    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 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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  12. 32. Eternal Sleep

    • By Raige
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2007

    A gripping poem from the victim of abuse.

    A burning passion,
    An internal rage,
    A wounded animal
    Chained in a cage.

    Purplish bruises
    Outlined her smooth skin.
    She cowered, afraid,
    As the pain burned within.

    A fist to her ribs,
    Cold words in her ear.
    Eyes dark and distant
    Held unyielding fear.

    Shoved and hit hard,
    Bruised bones oh so frail.
    The dark abyss
    Of emotional hell.

    Weakened knees gave way
    As she fell to weep
    And closed her eyes
    Praying for eternal sleep.

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  13. 33. Till The Day I Die

    • By Miranda
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009

    I am a foster child and I was sexually abused. Nothing was done, and I felt like an idiot.

    I told no lie,
    But he is still free,
    Walking and roaming the streets,
    What he did to me was not fair.
    CAS (Children's Aid Society) should have been more aware.
    I always ask why?
    And I always cry.
    I wonder why it was me.
    For goodness sakes I was only thirteen.
    When he asked me to move closer,
    I would start to feel more grosser.
    For what was next,
    Was no test.
    He said it was okay,
    But deep down inside,
    You could see it in my eyes
    That I just wanted him to go away
    And never come back,
    Though there was four,
    It was two he liked most,
    And one just happened to be me.
    When my foster mom dropped us off at his house,
    I wanted to scream
    But stayed silent as a mouse,
    It all started when I was watching TV.
    As soon as I heard him coming down the stairs,
    I would start muttering and would swear.
    I knew I was first,
    And she was next.
    We thought the same thing,
    Why us?
    Not somebody else?
    What he was doing was not cool,
    But in the end we were the fools.
    It took us a year of horror
    To finally open up,
    And when we did,
    Nobody believed it was true,
    They sat there and said:
    "You are ignorant and rude!"
    It took three more months
    To unravel and come up
    It was the month of July
    When CAS believed this so called lie,
    But then again he is still free,
    Which he shouldn't be.
    For fear that he is near,
    Will always be there,
    Until the day I die.
    Now this is no lie.

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  14. 34. The Mask

    • By Rudeenia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    This is just something I wrote.

    Poem About Covering The Pain Of Abuse

    The mask I wear is the face you see.
    The mask is so happy, so full of life.
    The mask I wear has eyes that look like they have never seen any evil.
    The mask I wear has a smile so beautiful.
    The mask I wear covers the truth,
    The truth of how my life is nothing but darkness,
    How before I go to sleep
    My body aches in pain with bruises,
    How I cry myself to sleep,
    How I'm told everything is my fault,
    How I've tasted my own blood,
    How the one who tells me they love me
    Turns around and causes me pain.
    The mask I wear hides the pain.
    The mask is the face you see
    Till I become strong enough to stop the pain.

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  15. 35. 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 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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  16. 36. Scars

    • By Jennifer Michelle Jones
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009

    This poem was written for anyone who has ever been or even know someone that's been in an abusive relationship... I know your heart...

    I'm Afraid Of You

    I've been with you far too long
    and all you did was treat me wrong.
    I loved and cared and catered to you;
    I lost my mind and all you'll find
    are all the scars that are left behind.
    I was told once, twice, three times or more
    to leave you alone and be on my own.
    I wouldn't listen to anyone but you
    because when you said you loved me,
    I was head over heels.
    You used me and abused me and hit me hard;
    The scars will leave, disappear,
    but what will never fade is the fear of you in my heart.

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  17. 37. 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
    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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  18. 38. The Arms That Hold Him

    • By Ashley Anderson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011

    Can't believe I found this. When I read this today, I could not help but cry all over again. It's like I just relived the whole thing again. I really hope that by me posting this, perhaps it may help another person who is going through something similar. And maybe, just maybe, I can let it go totally by making it public.

    As the blood ran down her face,
    she realized this is not the way
    that love is supposed to taste.

    If victory is sweet,
    she pronounced herself the bitter loser.
    Time for this fight to end and retreat.

    With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
    she wiped the blood from her mouth
    and the tears from her eyes.

    If he was going to kill her this time,
    she was prepared
    because her soul had already died.

    Gathering her strength,
    she pushed off the floor
    and slowly struggled to her feet.

    She held on to her last bit of pride
    as her knuckles turned white gripping the sink.
    She looked up, he glared down, their eyes meet!

    This time she did not flinch or look away from his eyes
    when like so many times before,
    she saw his arm raise from his side.

    She rushed towards him with her arms open wide.
    She held on to him with both arms
    wrapped around tight.

    She held on to him and he started to cry.
    She knew that this was the night
    that she died inside.

    She surrendered to him and he won the fight.
    Not every victory is sweet,
    but two wrongs never make a right.

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  19. 39. Beatings

    • By Loanna L. Trevino
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016

    I grew up in an abusive home but never lost my faith and hope that one day the pain would go away.

    Poem Wondering If Abuse Will End

    Will the beatings ever stop?
    Will they ever go away?
    As a child,
    I'd rather go out and play.
    Daddy, please let her go.
    I promise, no one will ever know.
    All the bruises, the aches, the pains,
    Those will go away,
    But the memories and the heartaches,
    Those are here to stay.

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  20. 40. Be Silent

    • By Daija M
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    For girls who've been through it and know the feeling...

    Sexual Abuse Victims

    I hear the doors creak.
    I close my eyes fast,
    Pretending to be asleep.
    Maybe he'll go.
    Please don't stay.
    All I feel is fear; it won't go away.
    He whispers softly
    To see if I'm awake.
    I breathe evenly,
    My silence I won't break.
    He stands still a moment
    Trying to decide
    If this is something he'll be able to hide.
    I feel him beside the bed
    Then his hands so cold.
    He slowly strokes my leg.
    The tears, they won't hold.
    He knows I'm awake now.
    He no longer cares.
    He quietly whispers, "Be silent, my dear."

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