Abuse Poems - Page 5
81. Inner Child
Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I've been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don't look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I've been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can't be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I'm afraid that if you look there,
You'll find it dark and cold.
I'm not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won't see any tears.
I guess they've just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that's just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won't have much to say.
I've found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you'll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That's because of all the fear.
You'll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It's because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I'm so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother's womb
You created me
And I can't help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it's true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.Latest Shared Story
What a beautiful poem .. I'm almost 21 and I got molested when I was in 7th grade until my freshman year by my mother's husband. Forced to do things no angel should.. And all he said was that...
82. The AbusePoem By A Survivor Of Childhood Sexual And Physical Abuse
When I was five and I remember
when a person became my dad.
His name was Bob and he was rough,
and I heard that he was bad.
First came all the yelling,
when I cried, He'd look and smirk.
Then came throwing me across the room
when he saw that it didn't work.
When I wasn't hungry
for not even a piece of bread,
the rule was "eat it or wear it"
and I had gravy on my head.
My parents always slept all day
which I thought was really cool.
I didn't worry about the beating
when I first came home from school.
In school the kids made fun of me
but they didn't even know.
That compared to life at home
it didn't make me low.
As I thought, but should have known,
how much worse that things could get.
I never heard of this before
and it's something I won't forget.
Sometimes I would try to run
Somewhere where I could hide,
but then came the metal handcuffs
and in no person could I confide.
But I am happy about one thing
one thing got finally stored.
My hands were no longer tied
behind my back with the cord.
This is really bad enough
but there is plenty more.
I was handcuffed to a chair and my bed
as well as the knob of my door.
Bob's dad would take advantage
while I wasn't moving free,
He would go on with the touching
and he started molesting me.
This happened for 6 years
the secret kept so silent,
even though I had the marks
of a childhood so violent.Latest Shared Story
I wrote this poem almost 4 years ago. Since then, I have become a stronger woman. BOTH people who hurt me are now diseased. (Bob, cancer) I also learned I put an end to the sexual abuse not...
83. Lost Innocence
Looking back on a time and place
Seeing a child's innocent face
Knowing that things aren't as they appear
For inside she cries silent tears
Deep inside she is filled with pain
She feels dirty and full of shame
Innocence lost at a very young age
Locked this child in a pain filled cage
There is no freedom or escape
From the fact this child was raped
While the guilty man is roaming free
This child is sentenced to eternity
Eternity locked away with all this shame
She can't help but feel that she was to blame
Even though common sense says it was not her fault
She can't seem to help from having these thoughts
What ifs' keep running through her mind?
She keeps going back to those moments in time
If there isn't something different she could have done
Why didn't she scream or at least try to run
Fear kept her frozen to the spot
While this grown man did what he should have not?
Shame and fear made her keep the silence
Kept her telling anyone about the violence
The thing that is shocking beyond belief
Is that this child could not get any relief
The same thing happened again and again
The first one was just how it began
More than one man did his worst
None of them caring about the child they hurt
After the first time was it easy to tell
Was it her pain and shame they could smell?
With every touch a part of her died
Now she is in a prison that has no gate
Every one of them sealing her fate
Latest Shared Story
You're gonna make it. I'm pretty sure. Your'e 19 already and you're beautiful. Stay strong for me please. Thank you :)
84. Who's Listening?Pain And Trauma Of Abuse
Who's listening to the young child's teardrops fall to the ground?
from the pain
and the torment she endures each day?
Who feels the emptiness in the young child's soul?
as she searches for that fairytale happiness
while wishing she were looking through another child's eyes?
Who sees the bruises on her outside and the gashes from within?
from the agony and sorrow of just wanting to fit in?
Who hears her crying in the dark every night?
while trembling under her bunk but she is still in his sight?
There is No where for her to go
No where for her to hide or to escape from her feelings inside.
It just gets harder the older she gets.
The memories and scars will always be there
BUT NO ONE TO REALLY CARE.
Who's listening?Latest Shared Story
Thank you for sharing Erin. I am so sorry you had to endure such treatment. You are a strong young woman. You have been put through much, however...it appears you have also learned much &...
Suicide Because Of Abuse
She sits at home scared to death
She wonders "am I ever going to get through this"
He's yelling at her
What did she do?
She's got scars all over her body
Blood stains in her clothes
She's on the floor in pain
He almost beat her to death again
She's been through this many times before
And she hides it from her friends
They don't know what happens behind the closed doors
There's nothing she can do
But to sit there and let it happen
Is there anyone that can save her?
Anyone that can help her
She comes home from school
He waits for her by the door
She walks in and sees mom isn't home
She knows she's going to get hurt
She tries to turn and run out the door
But he grabs her arm and pulls her right back in
He slaps her across the face
Throws her on the ground
And tells her to get up
She starts crying and he sees
He tells her to stop being a baby and slams her into the door
She's afraid for her life
She might not live this time
He sees she's scared
Tells her to go into the kitchen
She decides to fight back
And he doesn't like it
He starts cussing her out and hits her again
She gets back up and throws a chair at him
She hears a car pulling up
He gets nervous and tells her to go to her room
She runs outside
Mom tries to stop her but can't
She runs off down the trail
And doesn't come back for days
She's found a week later dead in the woods
Holding a gun
And it was all because of him
Late at night I lie in fright
I can hear him coming for me
One hand over my mouth to keep me quite
Dear God, please let my mother see
Always trying to find the strength to keep him away
I can hear him coming for me
The stench of booze on his breath I still remember to this day
Dear God, please hear my plea
Daughter do not speak of this or you will die
I can hear him coming for me
He warns me not to fight don't even try
Dear God, please help set me free
Wishing I could find away to escape this abuse
I can hear him coming for me
Telling me I was special was only an excuse
Dear God, please make him let me be
Somehow I found the courage deep inside to be bold
I can hear him coming for me
Stay way from me I warned for I have told
Dear God, I am free at last, free to be me
Why do I feel so ashamed?
I can hear him coming for me
No daddy, it is you who you that I blame
Dear God, I wonder if that little girl will ever find forgiveness, should she?
87. Final Breathe
I can't remember my name
I don't remember much at all
drowning in pitiful shame
trying to beat this final fall
seeking for some kind of key
the slightest glimpse of a spark
that will let me remember me
I can only see a future of dark
I see a hand come towards me
it strikes the side of my face
it is red and there for all to see
it goes on for days and days
I'm in the bedroom alone
when I hear a knock at the door
and he quickly crosses my zone
and I fall to my knees on the floor
this feeling inside me feels so real
my dark demented soul sensation
my heart is broken with no seal
I am trying to hold on without temptation
I'm seeing a world of butterflies
a loving home with lots of care
what can I do? I cannot see
this home is loving and fair
I don't want to walk alone
beckoned to this final stage
all worrying cares of life atone
inside all the iniquity and rage
beaconed to this empty room
unfolded by my brain
it seems to be one empty tomb
and it's driving me insane
no one can hear my pray
but I'm trying to put a smile on to stay
when you feel locked up with nowhere to hide
and you feel as if there's no one beside
when you feel as if you want to cry
and the days just aren't going by
you just want to disappear
and in your eye there's a glittering tear
when you feel as if everyone's talking about you
and you just don't know what to do
when your head just doesn't want to heal
the thing is this pain is just so real
and no one knows just how you feel
There was once a little girl
Who was pretty and sweet
She had blonde curly hair
And cute little feet
She always wore pink
And smelt of baby soap
I liked to watch her play
With that purple skipping rope
But I remember when she grew
She changed so very much
She started wearing black
And she had her hair cut short
She wasn't all chatty and nice
Like I remember her to be
She walked with her head to the floor
Humming very sorrowfully
Then on one strange day
I saw her for the last time
For I heard she had died
On the news that night
She had cut her wrists open
And taken lots of pills
It was then I found out
She was a victim of abuse
So it just goes to show
How abuse can change them
From cute smiley little girls
To being dead, beaten and broken
Don't abuse children...please!Latest Shared Story
I will never forget what you did to me all those nights.
So many restless nights.
Laying in my bed filled with pain, and horror.
You knew I was weak. You took advantage of me.
89. The Boogeyman
The Boogeyman comes late at night.
So stay under the covers, tuck them in tight.
Close your eyes, pretend to sleep,
Even though you hear him creep.
If your eyes stay shut very tight,
You can make it through the night.
Just let him play his twisted games,
In time my child he'll go away.
Breathe deep and even, don't say a word.
Keep your calm little girl.
After he leaves tuck the covers back in,
Put it out of your mind, forget about him.
Go to sleep proud you did not scream,
Tell yourself it was just a bad dream.
Wake up and wash with water that scalds.
Keep your secrets, build your walls.
Sit down to breakfast, take your place.
After all you never saw his face.
Remind yourself it was just a fable,
And that's not him at the head of the table.
Latest Shared Story
Yeah I also went through the same thing (but it was a boy only 4 yrs older then me) I really enjoyed this poem because I understand... Thanks
When you close your eyes, tell me what do you see?
Come hold my hand and take a walk with me
Down a long dark corridor, with doors shut tight
I will open them up, just for you tonight
Let's open up the door marked number one
Take a peek inside, please try not to run
The demons screech out, yelling one by one
Come in here, come join in the fun
Sex and porn, a room full of abuse
But don't shout out, because it's no use
No-one will come when you scream
Just lie there quietly; it's all a bad dream
Door number two is full of jokes
Aimed at a girl, whose tears do choke
She tries so hard to please and be accepted
Yet is made to feel worthless and feels rejected
Now is this safe? Door number three
There's another young girl, who looks just like me
She has her own demons and pain to bear
Yet deep down inside, I know she does care
Door number four, how bad can this be?
Should have been a life that was so free
And yet more demons they do appear
Go away little girl, you are not welcome here
Door number five is the drunk she has faced
Door number six is still firmly shut and braced
Number seven is dark and I can't see
No tale to tell, not yet for me
Let's close all the doors now and turn and leave
I've seen the demons and felt them breathe
But here they all are now, alive and real
Maybe its time to tell them exactly how I feel
Deep down I am hurting and I am not strong
What you all did to me was totally wrong
I put on a front to hide my pain
But now I am tired of playing this game
There are so many things I do want to say
And this says a lot, in my own little way
But what's the point, for it won't change the past
Only for this little girl, it is the last
So I take her hand and lead her away
To a better future, out of harms way
She is an adult now, with a future ahead
91. AdvocateWho Will Be The Abused Child's Advocate?
Mom is passed out, too much beer at the bar,
I lay sleeping, until my bedroom door is ajar.
I hear his feet shuffle the carpet across the floor,
My heart starts pounding, How far is the door?
Should I make a run for it, or lay silent and be still,
How can this man I call Dad, force me, against my will?
I'm only a child, not more than seven,
Already I'm praying, Please God, take me to heaven.
I try to scream but the words won't come out,
It really doesn't matter, nobody hears me shout.
His breath smells like cigarettes and foul whiskey,
I'm just hoping he will die, or soon let me be.
Finally, it's over, I know he must be through
Now he's sleeping with mom, one drunk times two.
I lay awake for the longest time, pondering many a thought,
Hoping someone will believe me, and these two animals, get caught.
What is the end result of this dysfunctional family?
Will you be the voice that tells or just leave it be?Latest Shared Story
I had tears whilst reading this - no one should suffer like this.
92. Never ForgetPoem From Mom To Abusive Father
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
With all of your abuse and all of your lies
For every tear that left their eyes
This anger has completely taken over me
Like a fire burning through a tree
Like the waves crashing in the sea
No more will I continue to let this be
I will not let you hurt them anymore
I made that promise to them, I swore
You have done enough to lose their trust
They now look at you with hate and disgust
You have scarred my children for the rest of their lives
I can see just how much every time I look into their eyes
Tell me how it is that you live each and everyday
Knowing that you did that and made them this way
Always scared, hurt, sad, and mad
How could you ever call yourself a dadLatest Shared Story
Hey guys and girls...I have been battered and bruised by the guy who happens to be my dad (really hate that word). I have endured a variety of tortures from that man who happens to be my dad...
93. Dear Mr. Jesus
It looks like I will see you soon!
Mommy and Daddy are arguing.
It started around June!
Mommy hit me, when Daddy drove away!
I went upstairs and hugged Mr. Fluffy
And I prayed that everything is okay!
Daddy came back,
while Mommy was not there!
He grabbed me by my wrists!
and took my teddy bear!
I saw him tear off Mr. Fluffy's head!
Then he took off his belt and whipped me!
But nothing could be said!
Daddy hit me, when Mommy walked through the door
I though she would stop him!
But she added more!
Mommy was drunk
and Daddy was high!
Mommy burnt me with her cigarette
and yelled at Daddy goodbye!
My eyes were black,
and my stomach was bruised!
I had 3 broken ribs
and a loose tooth!
I stopped going to school
cause I didn't want to explain
that my parents are so cruel
and why I am going insane!
I can't move my body,
cause Daddy stabbed me in my spine!
I would rather be dead!
then live this life of mine!
So..Dear Mr. Jesus!
I will be with you tonight!
I do love my Family!
But I cannot win this fight!
I know you will take care of me!
As my spirit lifts away!
and when I see you
everything will be okay!
I know I will be loved more up there!
Because Mommy and Daddy hated me!
and you have more love to share!
The only thing they loved,
was hurting me!
They don't care about my heath,
cause all I ate was dirt!
So Mr. Jesus!
I cant wait to see you!Latest Shared Story
I hope you have gathered enough strength to be able to see another day, saying I am sorry to you would not make any difference now. I admire your courage to share such a heart...
Please daddy don't
please daddy don't walk away
don't go daddy that's all I have to say
daddy don't leave me on this sidewalk
I don't wanna be alone
I'm scared daddy
please take me by the hand
don't go daddy
this pain I just can't stand
daddy don't go
I have no one else
daddy you left me in a room
daddy where is momma, I can't find her
left alone on the floor
some one is knocking on the door
who is it I yell
daddy where did you go
uh oh daddy's back
daddy I missed you I squeal
I'm glad your back
I run over to hug him
daddy shoves me violently to the ground
he says make one sound your dead
daddy don't hurt me anymore
I just don't understand
you said it was my turn to give what momma wouldn't
daddy don't do it
I'm just a little girl
shut up he screams
daddy twists my arm behind my back
and shoves me toward the room
he said I love you
daddy don't do it again
I am only ten
no more pain More game
daddy I'm so ashamed
daddy's shooting up again
he offers me this time
daddy don't put it in my arm
daddy don't I'll yell
daddy someone is at the door
I am scared
he looks through the hole
daddy lets them in
3 big guys
1 by 1 they shuffle in the room
daddy whispers make it quick
she's mine soon
daddy don't leave me alone with them
daddy please stay
they take turns
as I lay there and I cry
I wished that I could die
what happened to my childhood
I guess it was never really there
daddy is back again
he's crying I am scared
I tell him how much I hurt
and as much as you hurt too
I know it is over now
because he's on the floor
in a puddle of blood
that I had never seen beforeLatest Shared Story
That's so sad!! I hope you are ok and getting through life ok...!
I close my eyes and you haunt me
this image I can't bare
I hate this world that surrounds me
when I felt you near
I hate the way you touched me
who the hell gave you the right
to treat me like you wanted to
to take advantage of me every night
I was only 8 when I felt your touch
of your ugly hands that I hate so much
I never knew why you did this to me
why was I the one no one believed
you felt me feeling stupid and shamed
somehow you made me feel I was the one to blame
did I really deserve this from someone I trusted
I thought you were my blood but it was my body that you lusted
I close my eyes and you still haunt me
this image I cant bare
I hate that you still surround me
even though you're not here
Dedicated To Survivors Of Failed Foster Care
Remember as a child,
All the little games you played,
Things to help the pain,
Make the hurting go away.
Remember your mom yelling,
It's all because of you,
Then dad would hit and hurt you,
Oh what's a child to do.
Thinking its your fault,
Your fault that they were mad,
And how this doesn't happen to good girls,
Only to the girls that were bad.
And in your room with your dolls,
You ask them what was wrong,
Do you remember hurting?
Have you been hurting long?
They always gave you answers,
The same answers as before,
Then they'd often show you,
Where they hurt - where they were sore.
Remember the Lightening,
And the Thunder roar,
As you cry inside your window,
You felt your tear drops pour.
Where does a child run too,
Where do they go and hide,
Underneath their sheets - where they think they're safe,
And they silently cry.
And when mom and dad are gone,
The guilt and pain in their heads,
For the hurtful things dad had done,
And the hurtful things mom said.
How long does it take the pain to go,
How long for the wounds to heal,
You pray to God it's a nightmare,
But He knows its very real.
And when you start to heal.
The pain and guilt will weigh like a ton,
But the battle to healing is just beginning,
And in the end YOU'VE won!
97. Why Abuse
A child found under his bed wet with blood he was bulged to death
A little girl found in an attic with burses on her face beaten to death because of her race.
A child found in a ally bleeding in pain because he stepped in front of a bad pep rally.
A child found shot to death because his dad lost the bet
As one more life is gone there murders still live on
A child cold out in the night to afraid to go home because of the fights
Blood, burses, whipping, and more should never be a child's future for them to uphold
Where do they go when there life is gone as the murders still live on?
Stop a child cries and the fist comes down first
And there was no more
No tears in their eyes, no more telling lies
For their life was gone as there murders still live on
Why all the madness why all the pain where did this parent learn to behave
Child too scared to run for their life
As their mom is drunk and is stabbing at them with a knife
Why all the pain why all the misery
Where does a child learn to take hits?
When the ones who do them say it's just for kicks
Laughing away as their child bleeds on the floor
Spiting at them as there's no more blood to bleed out anymore
A mother sent to jail
A father sent to death
As their child lay motionless on their front steps
Why all the rage were does this stop
When the clock strikes midnight you know that it won't stop
Why I why them
why can't this just end
When did I do something wrong as the child dies to the beat?
The beat of the fist that leaves a distinctive mark of the first hit
Where does this stop where do I die
All I want to do is get out of this life
Pain and suffering are all ok but not when it's from a supposed love one that does it over again
What kind of World
What kind of place
What kinds of parents make such mistakes?
By: Alison ReinhardtLatest Shared Story
This is a very sad poem. it made me cry. I also ask why, I get abused, not by violence. but by words. not by parents. but from the outside world.
Helping A Friend Stop Abuse
Perfect on the outside,
Putting on a show.
No one knows the truth,
Although a few suspicions show.
The constant bruising on her face,
The hidden anger in his eyes.
The world kept their secret,
No one spoke out.
One time it got out of hand,
The beating to hard.
Her life came to a sudden stop.
Like the end of the ticking clock.
They could never speak again,
The worlds cycle just continued,
Flowing on and on.
As we walked through the door,
we needed to talk and so much more.
About the things we recognize,
About the things that make us hurt inside.Latest Shared Story
Wounds heal but scars, last a life time.
When I was six at stayed at your house. Lying on the couch all tucked in, not expecting that what was bound to happen could ever happen to me. You...
Every night before you dream his footsteps come your way
Close your eyes tight, sink down and he might go away
The door creeks open and you hold your breath
The things he is about to do is worse than death
He sits in the corner, gets a cigarette and lights one up
Takes a drink from his glass as the ice clinks in his cup
He whispers, "I know your awake and I don't have much time"
Your heart stops beating because he's about to commit a crime
His hands slips under your covers ready to cause pain
This is all part of daddy's sick little game
Make a sound and it will be your last
You silently pray for the pain to pass
Once he is done the pain goes away
But forever will the memory of daddy's game stay
You start to feel trapped with no one to tell
You think this is the closest thing to living in hell
You don't want him to get satisfaction out of his game
So then you decide to make your own pain
You feel so much better when it is you making you hurt
Instead of your dad who was supposed to protect you since birth
As you grow up the memories will remain
And you will never forget playing daddy's little gameLatest Shared Story
I cry tears everyday, I'm now beginning to think that I'm a survivor not a victim!! I'm 34 with a dark past and now I think I'm bashing down the wall that surrounds me that I built!! So I can...
No one understands
but the girls who
have been abused
By the "man"
who has left you
so hurt and confused
What did I do?
To not being
able to move on
from the things
that you do
I have changed
in my life
and not become
who I dreamt
All because you
took it all away
I am 20 years old
and 13 years
hasn't over come
what you did
It haunts me
I hate you
I don't remember my
When I think of
I think of you..
Its blocked out
the happy days
in my life
I wish you would
jus go away
The hardest thing
is it was you so close
to me, and my daddy
never believed me
how could this be
I can not change what
I have become
You don't know what its
like to not be able
I am writing this now
because its never talked
about no one knows
I walk through life
with this on my shoulders
The truth is out
I hope you die
I was daddy's lil girl
until his nephew hurt me...Latest Shared Story
Wow. I cant tell you HOW much this relates to me and my life. I'm 13 now and my father's been hitting me since I was 4. It's 8 years and last year I finally had the guts to speak up and tell...
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