Abuse Poems - Page 3
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41. When I Told My Childhood Good-Bye
So small and innocent was I when I told my childhood good-bye
Why did this happen to me, Only four years old, it scared me
He made me go to his bed, Rubbing and touching, "I love You" is all he said
I cried and begged him to stop, Harder and harder, the pain was so sharp.
How could he hurt and leave me this way
All I could do was pray!
Tell, he said, and your sisters will be next
I kept my mouth shut to protect
Twenty-two years later, I see it was a lie
For he hurt my sisters and I don't know why?
I turned to drugs and let myself go
Scared and alone, I felt so cold.
He will never hurt another child again
Because I will do all I can.
I will stand up for myself for the very first time
Look him in the eye and make him pay for his crime
I am a survivor and I know it's true
Hopefully someday I'll forgive my father for what he put me through!Latest Shared StoryI went through almost the same with my biological father. Only he never actually managed to do anything to me. He got my step sister pregnant at age 10 and he raped my step brother. When I...
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42. He's Gone Now!
Even though it was wrong,
He thought it was right.
I had been told to keep it quiet,
Which caused me to fright.
I was a vulnerable child,
That couldn't speak out.
No matter how much i tried,
I just couldn't shout.
I never refused him,
I always ask, why?
He is an adult,
So why should I?
I was always a princess,
Beautiful and sweet.
If i was getting attention,
Why would i speak!
I then told my family,
This caused trouble.
Although it was the truth,
I began to bubble.
The police came knocking,
I started to shake.
I answered their questions,
I new it wasn't fake.
They looked at me,
It will all be fine.
He will be out now,
Doing his time.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem it really came from the bottom of my heart and i hope it helps other people to tell people about their abuse issues. xxLatest Shared StoryHi I know how you feel the same thing happened to me but the man did not get caught he still lives next door to me I see him everyday, no one really now how I feel but I blame myself I suppose x
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43. Just Your Child
I'm standing in the dark and into the light,
Can't you see me?
I am standing in your sight.
You don't want me,
You don't need me,
I'm just a child.
You just stood on by,
watched him make me cry,
He betrayed me every night,
But to you...I am just a little child.
Inside, he left me black and blue,
Yes, Mommy, he "Promised" you!
But did you ever think what he'd do?
You were just a passer by,
Claiming to have no sight,
Walk on in "I'm sorry" walk on out.
What was that all about?
You left me out in the cold,
I felt so alone,
The betrayal of your trust,
I don't think I can let it go.
Just because....I was your child. -
44. When He Was Born
Child Adopted Raised By Abusive ParentsWhen he was born,
Away he was given.
With the promises of a better life,
That he would be liven.
His real mom just wanted
More for her baby
She hoped when he was grown,
His forgiveness she would have... maybe.
For the child so innocent, life then began
Promises made, had turned to a dream,
His real mom was lied to,
So it would seem.
For the second mom was cruel,
And the child just paid
She was an alcoholic,
and for that child, misery was made.
The new dad tried,
but an alcoholic he was too,
His strength to fight the mom,
he just could not find or do.
By the time he was two,
he was running the street
The fact he survived,
Was an amazing feat.
With the parents passed out,
And no real direction
How could this child learn,
His actions needed correction.
To hide her weakness,
When school started
The cruel mother told tales
But her words were fainthearted.
She lied to them all
Said it was developmental
She had him locked up
But really... it was parental.
With no nurturing,
real love or guidance,
The years gave way
to absolute defiance.
Soon he was a teen,
His actions were reckless
For him thoughts of consequences
Were completely pointless.
As time passed
the child turned to man,
But with his actions
Others just didn't understand.
He still continued
With feelings of defiance
He couldn't explain
Why there wasn't compliance.
What was his problem?
Even he didn't know.
But the problems had started
A long time ago.
The problem went back to
When they were drinking
God only knows
What his parents were thinking.
They failed to teach him
How to cope with life
Which led him to deal with
Enormous strife.
People in his life
All came and went
Leaving him with feelings
Of anger... and discontent.
Shut them all out
This was his answer
To ignore his problems
Would be his anticancer.
With this thought
A wall he would build
To protect himself was the plan
Still he was unfulfilled.
He buried his head
And focused on racing.
One glory of winning
Was what he was chasing
Then finally in his life
A special woman entered
With patience and kindness
His life became centered.
She helped with his problems
And led by example
Life was better
The improvements were ample
Years passed so quickly
He made her his Mrs.
She filled his life
With hugs...and kisses.
Some problems remain
That still need correction
But with time they'll be dealt
With love...and affection. -
45. My Home Is Not Safe
Get Help With Sexual AbuseIt's 2:00 PM time to go home,
He's waiting for me at home,
I don't want to go home,
I walk through the drive way to the side door,
I get this cool feeling,
I want to turn back, but no where to turn,
He sees me through the window,
He is waiting for me in the kitchen,
He starts chatting to me to make me feel comfortable,
I feel out of place, uncomfortable,
I decide to go to my room where I hope it is safe,
He stops me in the hall way,
I get scared,
He grabs my hand and pushes me to the wall,
I wish it is a nightmare I'm having, it's not,
He grabs my ass, talking sexual to me,
I can't get away, I try to push him off
I can't,
He finally lets me go, I run to my room and shut the door,
He follows me,
He walks out of my room, satisfied,
I on the bed bleeding and in pain,
I feel dirty and ashamed,
I was used as a toy,
He is 65 I'm only 12
What am I'm suppose to do, he's my stepfather,
Do I tell?, too scared,
I'm scared shit of my mind,
I feel that it is my fault,
I tried to stop him, he wouldn't listen,
After 4 years I finally told a friend,
The first step,
That day, she got me to talk to police,
I was taken out of his home,
I am safe now,
Please don't be scared to tell someone
It will save you -
46. Sexual Abuse By Mothers Boyfriend
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 ok
you said it was alright
but then I grew up
and then 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.Latest Shared StoryI feel very sorry for what you went through, I was sexually abused by my step-dad and I was only brave enough to tell my mother when they had split up, but she didn't believe me and married...
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47. The Battle Rages On
I suffer day and night
To her twisted delight
10 years of my life
Since this man took a new wife
She pretends she doesn't know
Even though the bruises show
I suffer day and night
Night and day
Dad sits at bay
Watching as she walks my way
Whistling a happy tune
As I assume
My position in the corner of my room
Trying to hide
From her blow like the force of the tide
And that's when I wonder
As I blunder
Whose side Dad's on
Because night and day
He sits at bay
Watching her saunter my way
When I lose my pride
Then I will confide
But until then the fight goes on
I will not tell until hope is gone
I will wear a smile
For awhile
But when the light dims
That's when she wins
Sometimes I wish
That I were a fish
Or maybe a bird
Who's loud and heard
But that's when I remember
That I cannot render
Because my light
Still burns bright
But when it dies
Then I can cry
And let my sorrows
Fill my tomorrows
Night and day
Black and gray
I watch as he sits at bay
And as this woman walk my way
Whistling her song
As she comes along
But I will not hide
And I will not confide
Because I still have the power
To fight a few more hours
But when the light does go out
That's when I will shout
At this man who sat by
And let me slowly die
When all I needed was him
To finally help me win -
48. I Thought I Was Daddy's Girl
Abused By Foster Parentswhy did it happen to me
why did it have to be
Know all I see is blood running down my feet
marks all over me
crawling for air as if there is something to spare
doesn't anyone care
crying out for help no one can hear
screaming and shouting like a lost soul in the air
o please o please daddy don't heart me I'm scared
hold my blanky with my bloody tears but my daddy doesn't care
I'm only five years old and only get told
my wrist heart and my ankles burn
I rather die then to be cained in fear
daddy don't you care -
49. I Was Just A Baby
The road I have been down is really scary,
I'm making it... barely.
I stay so ashamed of my life because of it's past,
the memories are still here and I want them gone fast.
All of the abuse and molestation,
has caused me so much confusion and frustration.
The beatings and the cussings has scarred my heart,
so let me tell it all to you from the start.
The first time I was only three,
I was just a baby can't you see?
It went on until I was nine,
I thought I would be able to leave it all behind.
He took me to a broken down bridge,
he threatened me as he dragged me down the ridge.
He said if I told he would turn me inside out,
so I just lay there wanting to scream and shout.
I remember the way it hurt,
as blood started pouring out onto the dirt.
I wanted my mommy so badly,
while he was enjoying it gladly.
He covered my mouth and whispered in my ear,
"It happens to all the bad girls my dear".
He then forced me to get on top and was making me ride,
he said "isn't this fun?" as he squeezed my sides.
I hurt so much and it was to much to bare,
the sad thing is, he was my papaw and he didn't even care.
The day was getting darker and was getting cold,
the "routine" was tiresome and was getting old.
After I felt something squishy inside of me,
he zipped his pants and said "that wasn't so bad, see".
As he headed back to the truck,
he said "tomorrow will be better when again we fuck".
He never even helped me put my clothes back on,
instead he crank the truck and he was gone.
I spent the night all alone,
wanting my mommy, wanting to go home.
He left me naked lying on the ground,
mommy thought I was safe and sound.
Morning came, I heard him coming,
I even heard his humming.
He looked at me and said "you're nothing but a whore,
you're the kind of girl I really adore".
It happened many more times and mommy still never knew,
she never even had a clue.
My papaw molested and raped me,
and no one ever knew they thought he loved me.Latest Shared StoryI feel sorry for you, words are not enough to express how much I appreciated your poem coz it was driven from life. I don't know what do you feel right now but I just wish for you to continue...
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50. Daddy And His Girl
Trapped in a box, eating up the oxygen.
Breath fast, fast, faster
Fight to swallow all of my chances.
Before he comes with the rise of the sun.
I dread the moment when the light filters in,
Avert my eyes. I play dead, dead, dead all day.
He takes his time. I hear him rise.
And feel the room swell with his bigness as he enters.
Lifts the lid and laughs. His breath is stronger
than my little cardboard world. Hands slip down
Around my waist. I curse my size, I curse my gender.
He moves in silence, baring his ferocious yellow teeth.
Our wide, wide eyes. I see myself inside his face.
lie me down. I don't fight. Because I lost that will when I lost
myself, to him. Out of control. His warm flesh
Pressing against my own cold bones.
Soft safe fabrics pulled down. Power, covering me whole.
His jaw slides into my collarbone, licking at my childhood.
And his eyes are closed as he steals another piece
of his little girl. He almost looks fragile, in that moment.
I focus on his familiar features, and his long, long eyelashes,
Tickling my neck. Pressure builds and I bite my tongue
Hard, hard harder. I make my own pain. Taste the blood.
And in a final strike it will all be over. Slicing me,
Scarring me. I feel his sweat and his warmth all over me.
Short, sharp movement and he moves away from me.
Cleans me quickly. Arms briefly hold me, lift me.
Down, down, down into my cardboard world.
Wipes his stained hands and I know I'm always filthy.
He doesn't make a sound, as he turns, he goes, he leaves me.Latest Shared StoryI feel your pain. For years my stepfather raped me but it was not until I had my own girls that I could admit it to anyone. My mother stood by me 100% & she is still my rock. I became a nurse...
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51. The Little Girl Lay So Still
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 -
52. Stronger
Victim Of Sexual AbuseBottled up inside are the words I've never said
The feelings that I hide
You can see it in my face
You can see it in my eyes
Trapped inside are the lies I can't replace
With memories that linger
Won't seem to go away
Seeing your face today the same one I blocked from my mind
Finally giving me closure so I can move on with my life
I was seven years old and at a friends birthday party
I didn't know what sex was but you forced it upon me.
I blame myself for what you did and I couldn't talk about it because I thought I would be in the same place you are today
I was seven and all I wanted to do was play
You took all of my innocence away
Do you know how bad it feels to be scared to stay in the same room as you papa!
When you were his little angel?
And not knowing what to say at work to a guy that reminds me of you.
Or having night terrors all my life because of what you did
I have been scared of guys
I've been scared of everything
I've always had to stay on the safe side so I wouldn't get hurt
I wasn't allowed to stay the night at my friends house because heaven forbid you might be there.
I wasn't allowed to trust anyone because everyone was like you
You can say sorry for what you did
And I will most likely forgive you
But you cannot say sorry to that seven year old girl at her friends birthday party
Because as of today that scared little girl no longer exists.Latest Shared StoryThank you for sharing your story. I'm praying for you to know real, true love in your life and find some way to have the peace of forgiveness, because you know that you are so much stronger...
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53. Stolen Innocence
I sat alone . . .
Unwanted, unloved,
Crying for little more than
A fragment of love.
Darkness embraced
The world I lived in,
Consuming each breath
Of light within.
Broke THROUGH you did,
Through darkness and chains,
Freeing me so, from the
Sadness and pain.
Awakening MY heart was,
From its deep sleep.
Yearning to soar and
Feel complete.
Loved and valued;
Tears in my eyes.
God heard my prayer,
Answered my cries.
YOU gave me wings,
And will, to fly . . . .
BUT that was then,
And what became,
Was another story
Or was it a game?
I WANTED TO DIE . . . .
Love and trust
I had so come to know,
Meant nothing anymore
JUST LET ME GO.
Let me escape
This world of pain;
Draw my life's essence
From every vein.
Take me to a world
Beyond the veil,
Where I can be loved;
AND TRUTH prevails.
A young girl's innocence,
Had long time gone.
Afraid to now live,
To carry on.
At age 18
It was all too much,
Alone and abused
I'd had enough.
Many the questions
I asked in my head;
Why would you do this?
What right did you have?
31 years I am today.
As I reminisces
my life away.
I also write to tell you of this
Of how I suffered, the wrongs you did.
Times heals all
Is what they say.
But remain, THIS WILL with me
Till my dying day. . . .
Of how someone I loved . . . .
Stole my innocence away . . . . -
54. The Monster That Stole My Heart
The world is a new place for me
But why as soon as I entered
My life was stolen from me!
Like a thief in the night
The silence was broken by the
Break of glass
Don't have long to live
For the monster they
All speak of
Has taken me
Stripped me naked
Left me defenseless from the cold world.
My soul is bare,
Unaware
Of what is to come;
The monster that haunts my dreams
At night.
Will he come?
Will I have to stay up from fright?
I pray for the day,
When I will no longer be scared
A day when all my wounds
Will be healed.
My Lord is the only one who will be
There when that day comes.
When I can go home
And dry my tears,
And look forward to
The sunny days
And
Starry nights. -
55. Through A Childs Mind
Have you ever wandered what goes through a childs mind..?
All the abuse and neglect just pushed aside.
no one knows how he or she feels
and that no one understands that this pain is real
when you pass that child on the street
you don't see that they can't stand on their own two feet
battered and bruised on the outside
emotionally wrecked and from others hide
abused and neglected and all alone
someday soon she will reach that right hand throne
no one sees what the childs going through
all the child wants is help from you
no one to talk to not even her mum
nowhere to hide, she wants to be free to run and run
the teachers see but don't get involves
sometimes this could get it solved
don't let this child be sad no more,
just remember her little heart has tore
so next time you see this child on the street
make sure she can stand on her own two feet
this little child just needs a friend
before her parents to the grave do sendLatest Shared Storywhen I wake up I put on a fake smile
no one knows how hard it is when they haven't experienced my life style
it is hard being ignored but worse to be let down and I hate it more than I... -
56. Was Never Yours
Poem On Refusing To Be A Prisoner Of AbuseI never knew you,
we never spoke,
but you thought you could take
what was never yours...
Your eyes, your breath
I still feel on my skin,
your ruthless power
still kills me within...
What made you do it
I will never know
but I refuse to be a prisoner
within my own soul...
My heart still bleeds,
my soul stone cold...
if only I could take back
what you stole.
I never knew you,
we never spoke,
but forever you will have
something that was never yours. -
57. Black And Blue
Sitting alone under the night sky so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
Pulling her sleeves past the black and blue,
Once these bruises fade they'll come back anew.
Looking up at the stars so high,
Sometimes she wishes she could melt into the sky,
Out of her eye drops a single tear,
As she realizes she has to face her worst fear.
At the thought of home she shutters,
And a prayer for help she mutters,
Her angry father's face shakes in her head,
And her broken heart fills with dread.
The front door creaks as she steps inside,
Jumping over beer bottles she runs to hide,
Sliding under her bed she tries not to make a sound,
Too late: the floor creaks as she touches the ground.
She tries to hold back the tears, he hits her harder when she cries,
But they slip out as the heavy steps get closer, she's terrified,
The door slams open, the pain is about to come,
Her dad's clothes smell like smoke and rum.
He lifts her up by a chunk of her hair,
Taking the first punch he begins to swear,
She cries for help, but it's to late,
He won't stop till he's got out all the hate.
A daily routine, but tonight it's not the same,
Tonight the end of the beating never came,
A few hours later the ambulance arrives,
Her life is over at the age of 5.Latest Shared StoryThat poem very much ought to be published. Very heart wrenching. I am 53 yrs old. A man from a very abusive father. But I have 2 daughters and never ever laid a hand on either of them. ...
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58. Surviving You
Tell me what I did to make you treat me so cheaply,
What did I do to make you so angry and make you beat me,
You could see I was broken up inside and you just threw me around,
You left me lying dazed on the ground,
I did not dare to meet your eyes but prayed you would see what you had done,
You picked me up and told me we'd have some fun,
A lump lodged uneasily in my throat my eyes glistening with tears,
My tiny body exhausted yet knowing the worst was near,
I wanted to scream and fight you and run for the door,
You broke me you wore me down but still wanted more,
Same routine making me incapable of movement that part done hastily,
Bit by bit ripping my dignity,
You left me on the bed shaking and broken,
I'd prayed someone would come please let someone have woken,
I would lay and go to a place where when I gave a cry for help someone would come,
And where people don't hurt people who love them for fun,
I'd talk to my friends who'd come and rescue me from the pain,
Who'd put their arm around me and take me to places where I have smiles that I do not feign,
In my dreams they would hold me when I cried,
They would be there to take me to a place where the angels sang lullabies ,
They'd take me to a place little girls didn't feel fear,
Where I would never have to cry or even shed a tear,
I was sad because I could never stay,
They promised I'd be with them there one day,
My friends have always been apart of me and always will,
They gave me hope that I can climb this painful everlasting hill,
My friends were my imagination I know that now,
And how they helped me survive I don't know how,
You killed my spirit you damaged my soul,
My foundations my very childhood you trampled on and stole,
I wanted to mean something and but I know I'm not worth much,
I wanted a loving role model not your painful touch,
Everything that happened and seeing your face all the time
I can pretend I can get over and that I don't care,
But surviving all this is just the beginning of a long and endless nightmare...Latest Shared StoryI was also abused and raped from 10-14. I got out to another home and was raped again. I tried to tell, but no one believed me, so I just kept quiet. I'm now 52. It still haunts me. my niece...
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59. To My Kids
My little angels
I want you to know
that I love you more
then words can show
and oh how I enjoyed
watching you grow
but there is one thing
I want you to know
just in case
it's my time to go
I never meant to hurt you
if I ever did
I never meant to yell
when you was throwing a fit
I'm sorry you don't know your daddy
because he liked to hit
he hit me
and tried to hit you
that's why he is gone
far away from you
please don't be mad
it's not my fault
I had to be strong
and take you and run
and start our lives over
I just want you to know that
so I hope you see
you my precious angels
mean the world to me. -
60. I Have A Secret
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.Latest Shared StoryI can relate. My mother has done horrible things that made me end up in the hospital, but my dad never left, but he didn't know until I told, so now I'm living with him. Safe, I guess, but I...
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