Abuse Poems

Abuse Poems

Sad Poems on Abuse

The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.

127 Thank You to the Victims who have shared their stories

  1. 1. 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. 2. The Monster He's Become

    This is a personal poem which I wrote describing what it is like living in an abusive situation.

    Poem About Domestic Violence

    There was a time he loved her.
    Now it's clear there's nothing there.
    He walks around so flippantly
    With no interest or a care.

    Through his silence he berates her.
    He flaunts the coldness in his eyes.
    Neither her tortured sobs nor pleading words
    Can make him sympathize.

    To him she's just an afterthought,
    An object to be used,
    A service to be rendered,
    A shattered ego to abuse.

    He's Dr. Jekyll with the world to see
    But Mr. Hyde behind closed doors,
    And each time she tries to rise again,
    He knocks her back down to the floor.

    He has no conscience to control him.
    His heart beats for him alone.
    She's a peasant to his royalty
    As he perches on his throne.

    He's a narcissistic bully
    Who rubs her wounds with salt.
    He degrades, destroys and disregards
    Without a guilty thought.

    But she fears he'll never let her go
    And she knows he'll never change.
    Promises are made and broken
    But his cruelty still remains.

    But time is passing quickly now.
    She's in the twilight of her years
    And it's her hope and consolation
    That her days are numbered here.

    But perhaps when she's no longer there
    For him to just keep beating down,
    He'll see how weak he really is
    When there's no one to push around.

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  3. 3. 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. 4. They Don't Know

    This is about a friend I used to have that had been abused for almost her entire life. She was almost 30 and had seemingly been abused by almost everyone who was supposed to care about her. I watched people who didn't know anything about her treat her like garbage. I used to think, "They don't know any of her past, and if they did, they'd be ashamed they treated her this way." The last line is encouraging any victims to get help and the couplet before it is encouraging the people they ask for help.

    A Girl Who Was Abused For Most Of Her Life

    They don't know
    About struggling through the sleepless nights, anticipating that next big fight,
    About envisioning that same depressing sight, then staring at it until daylight.

    They don't know
    About him leaving with her jewelry, her food, her savings, her every possession,
    About him leaving with her peace, her trust, her perception of her own reflection.

    They don't know
    About the way he degraded her, the beatings he gave her,
    About the way he enslaved her, how afraid he had made her.

    They don't know
    About the narcissistic mind games, how he purposely planned her misery,
    About the dehumanizing names, how he stripped her of every liberty.

    They don't know
    About the evil she had absorbed for so many years,
    About those desperate screams that preceded the tears.

    They don't know
    About the pain and the sorrow, when a heavy heart can feel hollow,
    About the confusion that will follow just trying to make it til tomorrow.

    They don't know
    About the beautiful person trapped inside this petrified shell,
    About the brave warrior inside that helped her survive this hell.

    They don't know
    About being manipulated in your own home with constant lies and trickery,
    About the overwhelming possibility they'd treat her much differently if they knew her history.

    They don't know
    About treating this like it's your last chance to help, because it might be,
    About treating this like it's your chance to reverse all the pain this girl had to see.

    They don't know
    About the smiles she forces daily so the pain won't show,
    About the fact no one can ever help if they don't know.

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  5. 5. The Unknown Murder

    • By Samantha Jay
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2018

    I am 15. I have been raped from when I was 5 years old to the day I turned 14 by my grandfather. I have been working on making my victim impact statement for court, and when I had to describe what this rape felt like.. all I could think of was murder. So this poem is a comparison between rape and murder. And in a way, he did murder me. He ruined the real me. The old me. The me that wasn't shy, that didn't have anxiety, was always happy... but now she is gone and nobody knew for years.

    Poem About How Abuse Feels On The Inside

    There once was a murder,
    But this one has a twist.
    The victim was my innocence,
    Stolen through his fist.

    It wasn't a normal crime scene,
    There was no blood or gore.
    Because this one was my body,
    While I layed down on the floor.

    The only evidence left,
    Were his fingerprints on my soul.
    I tried to scrub them off,
    But he ruined me as a whole.

    There were no witnesses,
    Besides my two very own eyes.
    But they never really saw that well,
    They couldn't even see through his lies.

    Just like most murders,
    There were many tears shed.
    Though they weren't from my family,
    But from me instead.

    He didn't leave any clues,
    There was not a single trace.
    Except for the memories inside me,
    Which I can never erase.

    The police never found my body,
    Because it's still around.
    I'm a prisoner in my own skin,
    I'm lost and can't be found.

    There was only one weapon,
    It was an extension of him.
    And as he attacked me with it,
    My heart became so grim.

    This wasn't a normal murder,
    Oh, why can't they see?
    The girl inside my body,
    Is no longer me.

    There never was a funeral,
    Because no one knew I died.
    I guess that's just what happens,
    When you keep it all inside.

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  6. 6. Unmasked

    • By Bruk Linn
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2018

    I was sexually abused by my brother during my childhood. Dividing my inner self from the "me" I show the world has allowed me to rise to success in many areas: social, economic, and academic. Yet, it is this driving force which isolates; it creates a giant wall between myself and the people around me. They think I am beautiful, successful, lucky. The guilt and pain I perpetually endure as a result of the abuse makes me feel as though I am living a double life.

    Exposing My Vulnerabilities

    Don't believe my words;
    they're lies that I fabricate to
    project a perfect life and
    convince you I'm okay.

    Don't trust the smile you see;
    it's a facade to conceal
    searing pain, acute shame,
    sheer heartache.

    Don't get fooled by my laughter;
    it is merely an echo
    of hollow insides, yearning
    for senses to return.

    Don't get convinced by my clarity and order;
    borne in attempt to
    control the chaos
    and pacify the storm brewing inside.

    Don't be blinded by
    The perfection I exude,
    The courage I fake,
    The innocence I feign,
    The confidence I wear-
    For I am broken.

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  7. 7. Her Smile (Pantoum)

    This is an example of a pantoum, which is a form of poetry that uses a lot of repeated lines. Too many times I have used my smile to trick people into thinking everything was okay with me, even when it felt like everything inside was falling apart. That is what this poem is about. I tried showing others that I was happy, but there was still something inside of me that continued eating away at that smile.

    Pushing The Pain Aside

    Her smile was visible to all,
    Showing a dark secret
    From an inescapable memory
    Because of the lie she kept telling herself.

    Showing a dark secret,
    The light was dimming
    Because of the lie she kept telling herself.
    She tried to push the pain aside.

    The light was dimming
    From an inescapable memory
    She tried to push the pain aside.
    Her smile was visible to all.

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  8. 8. 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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  9. 9. 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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  10. 10. 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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  11. 11. 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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  12. 12. 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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  13. 13. So You Think...

    • By Cathy Galloway
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2016

    I was abused by my step-father and his friends from the time I was 8-13. My mother never saw what was going on because she was the "bread winner" in the family, as Pappy was an alcoholic and couldn't keep a job. It continued until I started my period, when they realized I could get pregnant. Years later I am going to counseling and finding the hope and love for my "little girl inside."

    So you think you want to touch me?
    Pardon me if I cringe.
    So you think you want to hold me?
    I'm afraid your touch may singe.
    So you think you want to kiss me?
    I may come unhinged!
    So you think you want to love me?
    Can't you see my heart and soul are tinged?

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  14. 14. 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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  15. 15. Broken

    • By Julie Ann Moore
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2015

    Being sexually abused by my step-brother for the first 6 years of my life has kept me from being able to have a healthy, loving, romantic relationship. I'm constantly trying to heal...

    Trying To Heal From Sexual Abuse Poem

    You stole my innocence, you soiled my life.
    How dare you inflict so much strife.
    No one protected me, no one saved me.
    Suffering alone and wanting to flee.

    Trying to heal my entire life.
    It's such a struggle to get things right.
    Hiding the pain, hiding the shame,
    Feeling unworthy with nothing to gain.

    Living alone is so bitter sweet.
    No one to hurt me, but no body heat.
    I miss being touched in a loving way.
    Someone to cuddle without going astray.

    I wiggle my toes when I feel myself flee.
    No need to escape when it's only me.
    So broken, so sad, so tired of crying.
    Is it even worth the price of trying?

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  16. 16. 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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  17. 17. 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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  18. 18. Was Never Yours

    • By Nouha Awick
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2015

    I'm 28 years of age now and was sexually abused when I was 14 by someone I didn't know. I have been able to move on with life now, but it still haunts me each and every day, but if I let it rule my life that means they win.

    Poem On Refusing To Be A Prisoner Of Abuse

    I 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.

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  19. 19. The Abuse

    • By Melissa M Young
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2013

    Hi, My name is Melissa Marie Young and I live in Heath, Ohio.
    I am 27 years old and I started writing poetry when I was just 10 years old. The physical and sexual abuse I went through as a child is what inspired me to write poetry. I was left alone in my room a lot and had nobody to talk to about how I was feeling. So I started writing poetry expressing my feelings. Now I write about my life, as well as other poetry too. I hope to become a famous poetry writer one day.

    Poem 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.

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  20. 20. A Cry For Help

    • By Barbara Green
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2013

    I am a grown woman who has been a victim of child molestation for years. I was raped as a teenager and then gang-raped again as an adult. I have struggled through life as most abused children do, but I am living proof that no matter what we go through in life...... we all have the strength to get through it and past it, if we allow ourselves to.

    Poem About the Effects of Child Abuse

    A 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.

    Poem About the Effects of Child Abuse, A Cry For Help

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