Abuse Poems - Page 4
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61. I Need It From You
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 it's fears and all of it's 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!Latest Shared StoryI can relate to this because I have been in the same scenario with my dad...and so it's good to know that we are many in this. But the truth is, somehow, you have to talk about it. You may...
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62. A Cry For Help
Poem About the Effects of Child AbuseA child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
Lying awake in bed
knowing he'll soon appear
Frightened and trapped
living a torturous nightmare.
Body is shaking
trembling within
preparing for
the terrible acts of sin.
Left all alone
with no one in sight
The abused child cries silently
all through the night.
How does one heal
from such a horrible crime?
The scars, the damage
lasts a lifetime.
Emotionally I struggle
to make it through
Not knowing why
I feel and act the way I do.
The tragedy is over
but the turmoil is still there
I wonder, if my outbursts
is a way to see if anyone cares.
Please! God help me
I cry out
with so much anguish
fear and doubt.
Latest Shared StoryI was molested by my father and all these years later I still get these feelings he's standing over me and this poem spoke to me and it's so true we still live it daily! You are not alone!
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63. Listen
Don't Give Up Hope Get HelpThere is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.
Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years.
Innocence gone.
Just taken away.
Struggling to deal with it and be free someday.
Tries to tell someone but no one believes her cries.
Just another young girl getting some attention through lies.
Suicide has crossed her mind but she will not go out that way.
Thinking well maybe if he can't find me, he just won't rape me today.
Perfect smile.
Broken soul.
Living in this situation that she just can't control.
Things get worse and he beats her more.
Loses all self respect for herself when he comes through that door.
Fed up and full of hope she tried to fight back.
He pulled out a knife, all she saw was black.
Out of her misery and out of her pain.
Put her in such a place that she can't even explain.
But she tried to tell someone although they didn't believe her cries.
Just maybe if someone would have listened...this young girl would still be alive.Latest Shared StoryThis brought tears to my eyes. I went through something like this a few years ago. But this certainty touched me.
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64. Molested
Poem About The Long Term Suffering Caused By MolestationHe touches me,
He feels me,
I cut and cut,
To get rid of the pain,
He touches and feels me,
I will never let this go,
It's burned in my mind,
I built walls,
That will never come down,
No one can now get to me,
No one can touch me again,
I will never be able to let someone in again.Latest Shared StoryReach out to your mom or sister who have been through the same thing. They are your best audience and support system because they can relate to your pain and they love you and care for you...
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65. A Mothers Pain
Molested By UncleShe looked up to you.
I did to.
I told her you were a good role model.
Over and over I did.
Used you as an example as a good man.
Wanted her to follow in your footsteps.
Not knowing what you did to her
There in the dark.
I was so careful to keep her safe.
The truth is out now.
The past can never become undone.
You took something that you can never give back.
The road she was on was already uphill.
You knew the odds
Yet your selfishness took over
I will never understand
No longer try to.
I am to busy.
Now I spend my days trying to put back together pieces.
The pieces you created.
She hurts everyday.
Cries.
Filled with so much pain and sorrow.
Confused.
How could her uncle do that to her.
Scared.
Will she lose the ones that she loves, that love you to.
Angry
She just wants it to go away, not knowing how.
Life goes on for you.
Hers has stopped
Paralyzed in time.
Can't move on
Can't go back.
I never knew the depth of love until I had kids.
I never knew the depth of hate until you did what you did.Latest Shared StoryI'm so sorry that your brother betrayed your trust like that. I love my brother so much and could never imagine something like that happening to me. But I do know what it's like to be...
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66. Before I Sleep, I Cry
I don't like to sit upon your lap
and cuddle close to you
I don't like it when you touch me
and do the things you do,
I know I shouldn't do it,
although I don't know why,
but every time it happens,
before I sleep, I cry.
Don't tell me that its all my fault,
or that I'm the one to blame,
because I am just a little girl,
and I can't share your shame,
Don't smack me when I'm not naughty,
and don't watch me get undressed,
Don't let me see you without your clothes,
And when it's time for bed PLEASE LET ME REST!!!
Soon it will be time to go,
And mum won't let you near me,
Then when I give a cry for help,
Someone will be there to hear me,
I'll be glad when I don't have to stay here,
Then you'll leave me alone,
I'll be glad when I'm a big girl,
and then I can take a bath on my own!!!!!!Latest Shared StoryI was sexually abused by my blood dad when I was just 12 years old. The coward not only sexually abused me but my older sister too. The sexual abuse went on for 2 years and I stood quiet. I...
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67. Kristen--R.I.P
Killed Herself Because Her Dad Abused HerI understand:
I understand there are some problems with your life,
everything's changing around us,
and nothings the same.
I still don't understand or comprehend it,
anything that happened,
I still don't get it.
your life was turned around quickly.
you should have told someone what was going on now,
someone could of helped you,
we could of took you out of that house,
then you would of still been alive,
I still cant believe this happened, Hun,
your dads in jail,
along with your mom now.
and I hope you're living good up there.
I had to testify against your parents today.
I know why you killed yourself.
It's hard living with that type of family.
I know trust me,
they found out about those bruises on you,
they knew, they knew why you killed yourself.
they explained it to me today.
told me why, why you did so.
the day I found that out, is today,
I had to testify the same day at noon.
then I came home and wrote this, man,
I love you, I broke down,
crying on the stand,
I yelled out your parents today,
cussing soooo much,
they took me out of there,
told me it was ok,
and it was better for her,
I told them no it's not,
she was sooo young,
so much stuff she had to finish.
everyone knew how much she meant to me,
that you meant so much to me babe!
you were me best friend,
I wish I never would of lost you,
you were special to me,
one of a kind,
like someone I will never meet again.
I love you girlie!---
Samantha Bender to me very best friend RIP hun!Latest Shared StoryTwo years ago I lost one of my best friends to suicide, only two days after I had my first baby. It was the saddest and happiest time of my life. She was the only person I could talk to about...
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68. Sexual Abuse Victim
Tears are always running down my face.
I hang my head low thinking, "What a disgrace?"
The tears are coming from all the damage you caused.
What do you want now, a round of applause?
I've watched you rape and molest me right before my eyes
Now the only thing left to do is cry
You stole my virginity without my consent
PLEASE tell me why this is the way it went
All I wanted was for you to get off of me
But getting you off of me just wasn't that easy
You hit me in my face then ripped my shirt
Then you pushed it in to the point where it hurt
I remember it like it was yesterday
Answer this, will I ever forget about this and be okay?
The thoughts are crucial & all I can do is cry
Sometimes I just think then ask myself "why didn't I die?"
The bastard didn't care if I lived or if I died
All he cared about was being satisfied
I feel dirty, I feel low, I feel used
I'll always know that I'm a victim of sexual abuse!Latest Shared StoryI don't even know where to start. When I was 4 years old i came into foster care with my little sister (she was 2 years old). One day our case worker came to our house to tell us that a...
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69. You Don't Understand Unless You've Been Through The Same
You won't understand what I've been through
Until you've been through the same thing
So don't say to me "I know what you're going through" until you honestly do
You don't know what it's like to cry yourself to sleep at night
Wondering if what happened today will happen the next
You don't know what it's like for your brother and sister sitting in the next room pretending not to hear,
His fists hitting me and me falling to the floor
You don't know what it's like to feel unprotected by your own mother
When she comes home from work seeing a lot of new bruises
Yet says nothing
You don't know what it's like to not being able to trust men anymore
Even your own dad
You don't know what it's like to live in fear for your own life
Because you don't know what will set him off this time
So don't say "I know what you're going through" unless you honestly know what I'm going through.Latest Shared StoryAll of this is so incredibly accurate that it's like I wrote it. Though, it probably hurt you more that it was your real father, while for me it was a step-dad. All in all, I love this poem.
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70. Brother
Why did you do it,
Dearest brother of mine.
How could you commit,
Such an atrocious crime.
You touched me and held me,
I was just a little girl.
And now when I think of it,
It makes me want to hurl.
I trusted you to protect me,
To save me from the monsters.
But in turn that was exactly,
Exactly what you are.
I wanted someone to help me,
But no one would believe.
I tried to tell my counselor,
But she just wouldn't see.
So I locked away,
All my hurt and pain.
Trying never to remember,
Until that tragic day.
When you wrote me that letter,
And told me what you want.
To touch me and kiss me,
And you called me a cunt.
But by then I was older,
I could protect myself.
I found someone who believed me,
And I went to them for help.
While you'll never know,
how you broke my heart.
I can honestly say,
You never tore me apart.
I stood my ground and protected body
Unlike that little girl who could only say sorry.
She shouldn't have felt that,
Unbearable pain.
And I'll never out-run it,
I'll relive it again and again.
But I'm stronger now,
No thanks to you.
So I will live my life,
Doing what I have to do.Latest Shared StoryThis made me feel pride...when someone goes through this but is as strong as they possibly can be. I'm so happy that this is a thing. I only found this website yesterday, and now I know I'm...
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71. Darkness
Darkness unfolds when one man's touch
Caresses the body you cherish so much
You close your eyes, you close your mind
Your childhood years are left behind
Oh Mommy please help me your mind shouts the words
Mommy won't listen your fears are unheard
Your innocence gone your soul slowly dying
There's nothing left but a young child crying
Nothing you can do no one you can tell
For the darkness has closed in and left you in hellLatest Shared StoryThis is beautiful <3
2 of my sisters went through this crap, as well as me.
Both had half brothers that decided it was ok.
One is in prison, the other walks free - too scared to break her... -
72. The Broken Girl
Welcome to my broken home,
There's nobody here I'm all alone.
The walls they scream of things once said,
They constantly echo in my head.
The door in front it never closes as people never stay,
The hatred and guilt always drives them away.
So welcome to my broken home I don't have anything to offer you,
No love, no face I'm out of place and there's not much I can do.
I sit in here and do nothing at all,
But stare at these empty walls.
It portrays the life of hurt and hate,
My destiny, my anguish, my solitaire fate.
It's like a projection screen playing a never ending show,
It's like it's in slow motion, so painfully slow.
So run now from my broken home, keep the door open as you leave,
Because being trapped in here I still need air to breathe.
Tell now about my broken home of all things heard and said,
Because even as a woman that house still lives in my head.
That little girl trapped inside, well that little girl is me,
Even though I'm older now the horrible thoughts won't me be.
4/1/08
Latest Shared StoryCan't seem to put into words how you blessed my mind with your poems. They have helped me come out of my shell. Thankful you are comfortable putting this out there for the world to see....
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73. Sorry Daddy
Poem About Physical Abuse From FatherYou call me names,
You curse me out,
When I make you mad,
You scream and shout,
I know you love me,
and I know you care,
there's times when you show it,
but those times are rare,
I hardly get to see you,
but the times that I do,
You're either drunk or high,
but Daddy.. I still love you,
You hit me a lot,
but it's because I do you wrong,
I must do you wrong plenty,
since these bruises stay for so long
I keep my feelings
locked up inside,
the bruises and scars,
I try to hide,
When the doctor asked,
who gave these bruises to me
I didn't tell them it was you Daddy
I told them it was me,
I don't know if they believed me,
but they put this needle in my arm, Daddy I pray that when I'm gone they will do you no harm,
Daddy I'm getting scared,
I look around
and you're no where to be found
as I take my very last breath,
I go peacefully, without you, to my death.Latest Shared StoryI’m so sorry you were hurt at 4 and you’re still in pain at 15. I am 55, and I have been where you are, abused, broken, tossed aside, unloved, and unwanted. I found help through a Christian...
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74. Living With God
She's Screaming and crying,
I don't know what to do.
I try to help her,
But I can't move.
My daddy,
He hits her again and again.
My poor little sister,
My one and only friend.
I know one thing,
It's my turn next.
He's a child abuser,
You can tell from the text.
I cannot run,
He'll chase me down.
I'm not daddy's princess,
I have no crown.
The beatings,
They go on and on.
I can't get help,
I have no mom.
No mom to hold me,
And make things better.
My sister,
From blood,
Is getting redder and redder.
You have no idea
Of the pain I'm being dealt,
My sister is dead now,
Soon I'll know how she felt.
No one knows how sorry he may feel,
He doesn't realize lunch from school could be, My last meal.
Goodbye to this world.
Hello to my friend,
Because God says, right now, it's time for my life to end. -
75. Please Don't Hurt Me
Poem About Stepdad Abuse Scars ForeverScared and alone a sad little girl cries herself to sleep,
No hand to hold, no one to tell so alone at night she'd weep.
Tears falling down her nine year old face,
she felt so unloved, she felt out of place,
She told all her secrets to her pillowcase.
See there was a man much older than she,
He was suppose to be in love and married to her mommy.
But her mom would leave and while she was out of the house,
He would sneak around quiet as a mouse.
He would find that lonely little girl,
And ruin her entire world.
And when he was through he'd look her in the eye,
And say "if you say a word your brothers and mom will die."
So she kept that secret through all of the years,
She spent her time crying all of the tears.
That man got away with all that he did,
Trying to make a woman out of a little kid.
She never told her mom but one day,
Her mom read it in a journal she had, had hidden away.
She talked to her mom and they tried to make him pay,
For all of the years he had taken away.
So that little girl answered questions day after day,
Of all the things he would do and say.
One thing after another, time after time,
She had to relive all of this in her mind.
But there wasn't enough hard evidence to make the case last,
After all of the years that had come and passed.
So the man had to register as a sex offender for a couple of years,
For making that little girl cry all of those tears.
She paid more than he did and still does to this day,
For now she has a daughter she can hardly let play.
Because what that man did scarred her like a knife,
She feels like less of a woman, and feels like he stole her life.
Every once in awhile she swears she sees his face,
At a store, a station, just any place.
And it is enough to send a chill to the bone,
Will he hurt me again, will he follow me home?
After you went through misery like that,
You can never have your normal life back.
You think about it sometimes, you know he's still there,
You wonder if he will come and get you, you have to live with that fear.
Once you have been violated in such a way,
You can't help but think he'll still get you one day.
No matter how safe you are, or what anyone has said,
He could be gone from this earth, but he's forever in your head.
6/11/05Latest Shared StoryThank you for sharing your story. I was sexually, physically, and emotionally abused by my step-father from the time I was 7 until I was 20. I know the pain you feel or the anger you might...
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76. Bring Me Down
Bring me down
to the ground
if not verbally
then physically
Yes it's me
I know it's me
You wouldn't hurt me if I didn't speak
Yesterday
I didn't put it away
so you made me understand
you wouldn't be a man
if you didn't raise your hand
to put me in my place
I talk too much
and I shouldn't say
what made me hurt so bad today
cause if I do
that's when I'm screwed
I just made you bring me downLatest Shared StoryThis poem describes what I am going through now. I thought I was the only one. Now I know that I am not.
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77. Abuse
Losing TrustI still sit up in my bed and think what did I do.
I remember the hurt I've seen
The pain I felt
I tried to tell
I tried to yell
I tried to tell about those bruises
Those scars
Those cuts
I went to school
& lied
They asked
But I didn't tell
No I didn't tell about
Those cuts I was forced to make
Those bruises that I had pounded into me
Those scars that she carved into my body
Every time she came near
I screamed
She came near with a knife
She came near with a fist
She came near with a stick
I tried to hide
I tried to run
But
She still found me
She still hurt me
She still thrust pain upon me
She still forced me to carve my own pain
She made me sick
When I saw my own blood drop
She made that laugh
Ring through my ears
I tried to save them
She came near them
She tried to harm them
I tried to protect them
Each time she punched
I yelped out of pain
Out of agony
Out of hurt
My heart throbbed of hurt
Of pain
I lost my trust
&
Gained my pain
Because of her
I lost my trust
I still tried to tell
I tried to tell of what she did to me
I tried to tell of what she did to them
I tried to protect them
I gained my pain
Because each time she sliced
I screamed
My screams, their screams
Where full of hatred
I lost my trust
They lost their trust
Because of her
We don't trust
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78. Don't Worry Mother
I wake up from bed with a fear in my eyes
Another painful day will lead to my cries
I look around the room and all I see
Is a room full of hurting memories
Getting beaten and wiped until I turn gray
Mom whispering "stay one more day"
Her weeps for him to stop just leads to more
Leaving her bleeding and full of sores
I wonder when this all has to stop
One day ill be brave enough and call the cops
But until I do I have to stand this pain
That burns in my heart like an angry flame
I don't care about what I'm going through
But the sad thing is moms going through this too
All for me and that's why
I think I deserve this and I'll go by
One day looking for a door that'll lead to a clue
That mom and I will go through
And leave my dad to live in hell
And burn within the steel jail cell
One day it'll happen when I can't take no more
And this pain that remained to store
Grief will go away
And ill be in heaven, there to stay.
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79. Night
the lord made the day when all was right
a beautiful child was born that night
the man and woman brought life into this world
the demons owned him when the doctor said it was girl
he tried to fight the pain
then the demons started screaming his name
after a few years he finally broke down
a new life of terror is what he found
how did you not notice that he would leave your bed every night.
he would tuck me in and turn out the foreseeing light.
yet he would stay longer than a kiss and hug.
he got more than a daughter's love.
he was my father and he thought he can.
I was a fragile child morphed into a woman.
you were such a deep sleeper you didn't hear him get up.
you didn't hear me scream after every sinful touch.
he would throw me on my bed.
climb on me cradle my head.
he took off my warm safe clothes.
then the pressure started to grow.
with the evil in his eyes he took my childhood.
maybe it was just because he could.
night after night I didn't need this pain.
but it didn't matter every night was the very same.
I would perspire, cry and bleed.
he cleaned me up after his ritual deed
yet no matter I knew that I would never be clean.
the lord made the night when the skies were gray
the beautiful child was forever changed, never to be the same
how much longer will she be able to live in this hurricane
will she forever live with the pain
welcome to my home
it isn't just me but somehow I'm all alone
the door is always open for everyone seems to leave
no one can take the lies and deceit
the locks have been broken so father can have his way
so you won't ever have any personal space
welcome to my man made hell
you can just leave like everyone else.Latest Shared StoryI was molested by my Great Aunt's husband from the age of 18 months until I was 12 years old. We shared a house with them and my parents both worked so this man in his sixties had free rein...
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80. Daddys Little Girl
I though I was his princess,
His baby girl.
First came the fist,
Later it was frying pans,
Once even a baseball bat.
I started to believe this is how daddy's show love,
Because I was still daddy's girl.
I knew I wasn't alone,
My brother and sister were victim's to.
I thought I could take the hits,
It's not so bad.
He still loves me, his baby girl
One night daddy came home,
He was drunk.
Brother tried to hide me and sister.
His efforts were pointless,
Daddy found me under the bed.
He said he was fed up,
It was time to pay up.
I remember I was six.
He took something I was to young to understand.
But I believed, it was daddy's love.
He said I was special, his little girl
Told me to keep this a secret.
Almost five years later,
I learn I'm not the only one with a secret,
Sister is one of daddy's victim's.
We cried all night,
Sister said its going to be alright.
Said we'd put up a fight.
....We never once won.
Three years go by,
Mummy left daddy,
Said he was a bad man.
Said he hurt mummy.
Turns out he hit mummy too.
Sister and I tell mummy our secret.
But as always, we lose our fight.
Daddy got away, took off in flight.
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