Abuse Poems - Page 3

She 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 too 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 too.
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.

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I'm awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break

His tongue is a loaded gun
Its barrel as cold as ice
And late at night when I am sleeping
His bullets strike me twice

His throat is stuck with reason
As he pulls back on his bow
He listens for a heartbeat
A sound he yearns to know

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His target is a life
And when he sees me breathing
He sharpens every knife

His finger's on the trigger
As I'm reaching for a pail
For all my blood to drain into
For to quench him in his hell

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
In confidence he soars
With every word that's uttered
Through every vein that pours

There's too much information
Too much noise in his brain
Then he digs a grave to put me in
When he sees that I've been slain

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His voice is dark and deep
And death is all around him
When his words have gone to sleep

Bet D.  Dec 15, 07

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.

Our dad's always mad.
He screams and he yells.
I don't think he likes us.
It's easy to tell.

Mum's only kind
When dad's not around,
And when he is home,
She hardly makes a sound.

Mum's always out,
Never home.
Dad's always drunk
And always alone.

As soon as we hear
Those jingly keys,
We run and hide.
We run and plea.

We find a place
And curl up tight.
I hold her hand
And she holds mine.

And soon enough,
Dad then walks in.
Don't make a sound; don't say a word.
I pray inside, deep within.

But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much.
"Oh God," she yells,
"Why are you so mean?"

He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more,
And with one last hit,
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches.

She takes one last gasp of air,
Our hands still holding,
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle.

I stare at him ,
My eyes so blue.
He looks at me
And yells, "O you!"

"How dare you.
Make me so mad.
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"

My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And my beautiful sister was only three

That day my Daddy
Murdered her.
My best friend,
She was my world.

We stuck together
Through thick and thin,
But now she's gone.
I'm lost within.

When I was six, my sister three.
My Daddy murdered Leigh.
Since that day I have not spoke,
For it's speaking that made her die.

From the depths of despair when my world fell apart,
I felt all alone and heavy in heart.
My life had been shattered by a tight-fisted hand.
Who could I turn to; who'd understand?
So with no self-esteem and in a broken mess,
I made a decision about my happiness.
I took all my courage I could find
To make a stand for myself and leave him behind.
Those first few months were the loneliest I've been,
But I knew it was worth it not to be hit again.
Again in finding myself, I cried a river of tears,
Learning to love me and facing my fears.

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.

Late on the dishes, food still on the plate.
Mommy is mad; Daddy's home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone,
Wishing to myself get me out of this home.
I'm always getting beaten, never treated well.
I'm the one child's whose life's a living hell.
Thrashes on my back, bruises on my face,
All because I didn't clean up this place.
I don't have a bed; cement floor is all I've got
Cold walls, no blankets, not even a cozy cot.
Laundry not completed, so no dinner for tonight.
My family all eating, plainly in sight.
Raggedy clothes, cold feet I must add.
I know what you're thinking - you must have been bad.
But that's not the case, honest to God.
I'm just a misfit, the odd pea from the pod.
I was cute in the beginning, a mistake in the end.
Not allowed to socialize, not allowed to have one friend.
Daddy doesn't like me; he's mean - it's true.
He yells mean things at me for anything I do.
He tells me he'll kill me, that I'm going to hell.
If anyone asks, he'll tell them I just fell.
Mommy doesn't say much, well nothing at all.
I'm not allowed to do anything; I have to lay there when I fall.
Looking all depressed is what I do best,
But trying to survive is definitely a big test.
No child should live the life I have to go by.
Every child should smile and have no reason to cry.
Living in my world is definitely not fun
I guess I'm that *lucky* child, that very *special* one.