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. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse

    • By Louise
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008

    I'm 17 and have been sexually abused for 8 years. It's still not over it completely, and the future doesn't seem too good. So for anyone in my position, please don't feel alone because I know what it feels like. I hope that for every abused child out there everything will be okay. Just don't ever give up the fight because you've done nothing wrong. I just wish someone, somewhere, would try and understand. I know it's hard to be happy...it's the hardest thing in the world. So I wrote this poem to express how I feel. I hope you like it.

    He came into my life
    when I was just a little girl.
    I was happy and young,
    And then he changed my world.

    One night I was in bed,
    And he came to say goodnight,
    except he took a little longer
    before he turned out the light.

    He really hurt me that night,
    and I didn't know what to do.
    I thought it happened to most,
    to every little boy and girl.

    I lay in bed that night
    hurting inside and out.
    Tears streaming down my face,
    I tried hard not to shout out.

    I put that tragic night
    to the back of my head,
    playing games at school;
    there was nothing to be said.

    A year had passed along,
    and then it happened again.
    My mum was out at work;
    it was him and me again.

    I was sat next to him
    just watching the TV
    when he pulled me close to him
    and again molested me.

    I thought it only happened once
    when I had done something bad,
    but now I knew I was wrong.
    I felt alone and sad.

    And 8 years on I got
    the courage to tell someone.
    The police got involved and stuff.
    I was hated by my mum.

    She kicked me out that day
    and stuck right by his side,
    saying I was attention-seeking
    and that it was all lies.

    So in the end it got too much,
    and I told the police I lied.
    Everything went back to normal
    I swear I wish I'd died.

    Everything was going well
    until he sent me those texts
    saying he would kill himself;
    it was all my fault instead.

    So I went back to the police
    and told them it all again.
    He's moved out for now.
    It's investigating time again.

    But my mum still hates me
    and thinks it's all a lie.
    I feel so alone right now.
    I wish I would just die.

    I've told a couple of friends,
    but it's hard for them, you see,
    to put up with something as stupid
    as a teenager like me.

    All I do is mope and cry
    because no one understands
    what I feel inside each day.
    Please, someone take my hand.

    I cut myself sometimes
    when the pain gets too much.
    I hate him for what he did
    and where he used to touch.

    I often think I'll run away
    or step into the road.
    My future seems so black and dim.
    I'm only 17 years old.

    And if the case is dropped,
    he will come back home again,
    and I'll be back to where I began...
    in a world of sadness and pain.

    I hope someone hears my cry
    and says they understand.
    I just don't know what to do anymore.
    I'm scared and on my own.

    So you see, I'm stuck forever.
    I just want to scream and shout,
    but there's something you have to know.
    That for me, there's no way out.

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  2. 2. Speechless

    • By Kyra Lee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007

    I made this because of personal reasons.
    But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts.
    I fight against child abuse!

    Child Abuse Ends In Death

    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.

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  3. 3. 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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  4. 4. Abuse

    • By Adri
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    From the mouth of a woman being abused by her spouse, "I wonder if this is how my life will be from now until I die."

    Domestic Violence Poem

    He pulls my hair.
    He slaps my face.
    He kicks me on the floor.

    I love him so much,
    So I don't have the strength
    To walk right out the door.

    There's blood on my face.
    Everything hurts,
    And all I can do is cry.

    I made him mad,
    So this is what he does.
    I wish I knew his reason why.

    My heart won't let me leave him,
    And it hurts too much to try.

    I wonder if this is how my life will be
    From now until I die.

    He says he's sorry.
    He takes me in his arms.
    He even starts to cry.

    I tell him I forgive him
    And that everything is fine.

    For now at least because I know
    It will happen again in time.

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  5. 5. Returning Faith

    • By Lynette Gutwein
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011

    I was the victim of domestic violence for 14 years. I am now free and a survivor. Healing takes time. Scars will always remain. Yet I am not held hostage anymore!

    Poem By A Victim And Survivor Of Domestic Violence

    You took away my innocence,
    My hopes, my dreams, my youth.
    You took from me my very soul.
    What could have been, I never knew.

    Your words would cut me deep inside,
    Deep to the very core.
    Darkness. Cold. I could not feel.
    Why did you hate me so?

    You crushed me as I screamed in pain.
    Your words ripped out my heart.
    The world grew dull. I felt insane.
    Did you ever care about that part?

    Is that what you wanted all along?
    "I win!" "You lose!" A game?
    Control, submission, guilt, defeat.
    Yet, I still remain.

    It was for a child that I lived,
    Although I rather would have died.
    Now, how I thank God for that child?
    Because of her, I have survived.

    I will live in spite of you.
    You no longer have a say.
    My life, my body, my mind, my soul,
    You will never again have control.

    Whether in this world or in the next,
    Justice will have a way.
    You hurt me and you almost won,
    But, "You Lost!" I have to say.

    A new dawn breaks of hope and peace,
    Of happiness and grace.
    From me, these things YOU CANNOT TAKE.
    My head held high, I walk by faith!

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  6. 6. 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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  7. 7. Hush Little Sister

    • By Yerzinia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009

    I was abused from the age of four by my family, as was my older sister, who died from the abuse. I am now twenty-one, and this poem is what I sometimes wondered about - if she was looking down on me and helping me survive. When I was rescued at the age of twelve, I was encouraged to write down my feelings, and this poem was something I created back then. This is the first time I've shown it to anyone, and I dedicate this poem to my sister, whom I hope is at peace.

    Hush, little sister
    Please don't cry
    I wish I could be there
    To sing you a lullaby

    I can see your arms
    Bloodied and bruised
    That's strange, little sister
    Mine were like that too

    I know you scream
    When Daddy's there
    Hush, little sister
    I know you're scared

    I can see the way
    He's hurting you
    I'm sorry, little sister
    He did that to me too

    I know that people
    Ignore what's going on at home
    That makes me angry, little sister
    You shouldn't have to be alone

    Hey, little sister
    You want to know why I'm not there?
    It's a sad story, little sister
    But people should care

    You see, little sister
    One day Daddy got high
    You were asleep in your crib
    So you didn't hear my cry

    He screamed at me
    And smashed my head against the door
    While you slept, little sister
    I died on the floor

    You know, little sister
    I don't think that I would have died
    If someone had only bothered
    To listen to my cries

    But hush, little sister
    Daddy's coming home
    Quick, get into bed
    You don't want him to find you alone

    I'm sorry little sister
    He's in a bad mood
    Run while you can

    Uh oh little sister
    He's lifting his belt
    Scream while you can, little sister
    Call for help

    Hush little sister
    You don't need to cry
    No one can hurt you
    You're in my arms tonight.

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  8. 8. Tears, Tears Go Away

    • By Stephany Manfull
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013

    I was beaten by my alcoholic father as a child and molested by my uncle. No one knows these things except for a few friends and my journal. I'm depressed, and I cut often to get the pain out. I'd hate to hurt my family, so I try my hardest to stay away from suicide, but I think of it daily...that is the story behind my tears.

    Poem About Reminders Of The Past

    Tears, tears go away.
    Why must you come back almost every day?
    You remind me of my pain.
    You remind me of my past.
    Why can't you go away?
    Just let this happiness last.

    Tears, tears flowing so fast,
    You're telling the story of a child in the past.
    She's stuck with the memory of what has just happened,
    Praying to God one day she won't be broken.

    The bruises, the scars,
    The ones that will never heal.
    She grew up thinking that's how you need to feel.

    This little girl,
    Not sure about life,
    Cut after cut
    Then took her life.

    Tears, tears come as she leaves this world
    "So young, so happy" for all they know.
    Beaten as a child,
    Not loved all her life,
    Backstabbing friends.

    Oh wait that's my life....

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  9. 9. 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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  10. 10. A Father's Love

    I wrote this after attending a seminar on child abuse. I was sad to learn that most of the perpetrators of child abuse are trusted and known by the child. I made a solemn promise to myself to do my very best to watch and protect my son at all times. Remember, Parents, just mind that child

    Promising Son To Protect Him From Child Abuse

    You came to the world,
    On a God blessed night.
    Your limbs were all there,
    Your heart beat just right.
    Your sweet, precious smile,
    Brought both pride and joy,
    And I proudly said,
    "That's my little boy".

    As your proud father,
    I said that I must.
    Teach my precious child,
    Love, honor and trust.
    I had to treat you,
    So tender and mild.
    For I was your Dad,
    And you were my child.

    I knew child abuse,
    Had been on the rise.
    And many a child,
    Had tears in their eyes.
    More often than not,
    The culprit was known.
    So I promised you,
    You'd not be alone.

    For you were my son,
    And I was your trust.
    As your proud father,
    I said that I must.
    Protect my young son,
    From being defiled.
    And keep my eyes on,
    My precious young child.

    For deep down inside,
    Your Dad knew for sure.
    That when you grew up,
    You'd want to explore.
    Your innocent eyes,
    Somehow wouldn't see.
    How cruel and unkind,
    That this world could be.

    So each day I watched,
    With fatherly love.
    I taught you to trust,
    In God up above.
    I never forgot,
    The first time you smiled.
    Or how I promised,
    To protect my child.

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  11. 11. Courage To Leave Abusive Relationship

    • By Misty Wildes
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007

    Having the courage to leave an abusive relationship

    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.

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  12. 12. 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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  13. 13. Cover Girl

    • By Jasmine Rankin
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013

    I wrote this poem during a rough time in my life. I was this cover girl, covering scratches, bruises, busted lips, and more. I had to realize that I was just disguising the marks, not taking them away. I also learned no matter how proficient I became at hiding scars, some scars could never hide nor go away.

    You can cover it with makeup,
    foundation caked on,
    but you can't cover the hurt;
    you can't hide the wrong.

    You disguise your eyes
    all black and blue,
    but, Cover Girl, you can't cover
    what that man has done to you.

    You can hide a scratch,
    you can cover up a mark,
    you can pretend he doesn't bite,
    you can pretend he doesn't bark.

    But some scars can't be made over.
    The ones that are already invisible to the eye
    are the ones that will remain the longest,
    not wanting to say goodbye.

    Cover Girl, your work
    would put a good makeup artist to shame,
    but you work your magic for protection
    not fame.

    You want to hide the pain you feel
    when you see the bite, the bruises, the marks,
    but girl that makeup
    cannot cover what he's done to your heart.

    It's all tattered and torn,
    your self worth all gone,
    second guessing yourself,
    thinking everything you do is wrong.

    You monitor your breaths,
    you count your steps.
    You even count the minutes,
    wondering how much time is left

    Before your foundation, your concealers,
    your blush, and your creams
    can no longer hide the punishment
    and no longer remove the screams.

    Just remember some scars can't be made over.
    The ones that are already invisible to the eye
    are the ones that will remain the longest,
    not wanting to say goodbye.

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  14. 14. Daddy's Doll

    I wrote this poem by putting myself in the place of a young lady who shared being a victim of sexual abuse by her own father in a meeting.

    The frigerator is full of beer,
    And the couch is full of crumbs.
    I go to bed and in my head,
    I just know he's going to come.

    For my dear old Dad, has made me sad,
    By playing house with me,
    And you can bet, I can't forget,
    All the things he's done to me.

    For he's robbed me of my purity,
    And he's stripped me of my pride,
    He took from me my virginity,
    And he ruined me inside.

    It makes no sense my innocence,
    Was forced to take a tragic fall.
    I don't know why but I know that I,
    Have become my Daddy's Doll.

    I'm so confused for I've been abused,
    And I don't think he will stop.
    It sounds absurd but If I say a word,
    I know I'll get a pop.

    And I'll have to lie about my eye,
    When it is black and blue.
    I slipped and fell, I hurt like hell,
    But what am I to do?

    It will do more harm if I tell my Mom,
    Because she'll think it's a lie.
    And for a fact, she'll tell me that,
    "Daddy's not that type of guy".

    And because I'm young, I bite my tongue,
    And my tears begin to fall.
    I wonder why I have to cry,
    And be my Daddy' Doll.

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  15. 15. The Child Within

    I wrote this poem after attending a meeting that centered on dealing with issues that stemmed from growing up in an Alcoholic home. At first it hurt but in the end it was worth it.

    I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
    The childhood I never had.
    I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
    There were reasons to be sad.

    I'm supposing and I'm closing,
    In on all my childhood fears.
    I'm indicting and I'm inviting,
    The people behind my tears.

    I'm reflecting and I'm injecting,
    The power of God above.
    I'm unmasking and I'm asking,
    Why the child was void of love.

    I'm a hunting and I'm confronting,
    The abusers once again.
    I'm a hurting but I'm supporting,
    The courage of the child within.

    I'm remising and I'm dismissing,
    The notion that I was no good.
    I'm a fearing but I'm a sharing,
    All aspects of my childhood.

    I'm a feeling but I'm a dealing,
    With all of my past issues,
    I'm a dying and I'm a crying,
    So please pass me the tissues.

    I'm confiding and I'm not hiding,
    From the issues I must explore.
    I'm expressing and not suppressing,
    The child's feelings anymore.

    I'm a shrieking but I'm a seeking,
    To help heal the child again.
    I'm a grinning because I'm winning,
    The trust of the child within.

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  16. 16. Living In My World

    • By Tiffany L. Holic
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A heartbreaking story of abuse and neglect.

    Poem From A Child Abused Physically And Emotionally

    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.

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  17. 17. 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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  18. 18. 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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  19. 19. While I Was Bleeding

    • By Tania
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008

    I have lived to tell a story that is not always told. There is so much more that happened prior to the poem. I was abused for one year and nearly died until one person, "a stranger," helped me escape from this man. I almost lost my life while I was being beat. I wish to write a story about this so that people understand that it's not okay and not safe to stay in an abusive relationship. I went through being homeless to no food, to nothing. I am now an owner of a well-known business and have a five-year-old son whom I love dearly, and he has made me forget my past. Whoever reads this, please leave if you're in a abusive relationship. God bless.

    Don't Stay In An Abusive Relationship

    Where do I begin to explain the beating?
    You watched as I sat there bleeding,
    You never cared about my feelings.
    My hurt had no healing.
    Rape after rape, I knew I had to escape,
    never allowed to look up,
    never allowed to talk.
    You beat me so I couldn't walk.
    I remember the day I almost died.
    You laughed, while I cried.
    You beat me so bad while you cursed out my dad!
    I could never withstand the pain, you are insane!
    You played me like a game..
    This time I win, and you; you have committed a sin.
    When you burn in hell, which time will only tell,
    God will ask you, "Why, why the beating of this woman whom you took to love?
    Did you forget who was watching from above?"
    Remember when I hid under the bed from you, what was I suppose to do?
    You kicked me in my tummy.
    I lost our baby and you thought it was funny.
    You degraded me and put me in dirt.
    You loved to see me hurt.
    Now that I have gotten away through my planned escape,
    I have no more tears or any fears, but the memory will last for years.
    God has blessed me, and now I'm not afraid to see.
    I am brave, brave enough to have a child now,
    brave enough to have found marriage,
    and brave enough to believe in love
    thanks to God above...

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  20. 20. Battered Woman

    • By Edelwina Asinas
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009

    This poem is for any woman that's being abused. You can get away, but you just have to have the will to do it. I know because I have been there.

    Finding The Courage To Leave An Abusive Relationship

    Battered woman,
    When are you going to learn?
    He doesn't love you.
    You're on your own.
    The beatings hurt.
    The scars ain't gone,
    But sooner or later,
    Your soul will be torn.
    What's it going to take
    For you to just leave?
    One last hit or until
    You can't breathe?
    Battered woman,
    I know what you're thinking.
    It's your fault for what he's doing.
    You blame yourself
    Over and over again.
    You ask yourself
    Will this abuse ever end?
    He's going to keep doing it.
    It's all up to you.
    You just have to gain the courage
    To move on and start new.
    It's not going to be easy.
    Take it one day at a time.
    The hurt will subside, and you'll finally have
    A peace of mind.

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