He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.
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.
Thank You to the Victims who have shared their stories
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Domestic Violence Abuse Poem
He pulls my hair.Featured Shared Story
My son is in an abusive relationship. He always makes excuses for his partner's behavior. My son says that he made him mad. He said he was sorry. He says he won't do it again. It's a broken...
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullabyFeatured Shared Story
I've also been abused when I was little not only me, but my little brother and sister as well. This reminded me so much but instead of being abused by my dad I was abused by my stepmother who...
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.Featured Shared Story
You're definitely not alone in your suffering. Like you, I was abused by my stepfather and an uncle and have struggled daily to deal with the pain. I was in the third grade when mine started...
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.Featured Shared Story
My whole life, my father abused me. For as long as I can remember, he'd hit me, touch me, and say terrible things to me. I always thought I was alone. I felt like no one felt my pain. I felt...
Child Abuse Ends In Death
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.Featured Shared Story
Hi...this poem is so heartfelt to me. I'm currently living with my foster parents from an abusive home. My past is full of rape, physical and mental abuse. I was also used for drugs by my...
Tears are always running down my face.
I hang my head low thinking, "What a disgrace?"
The tears are coming from all the damage you caused.
What do you want now, a round of applause?Featured Shared Story
I don't even know where to start. When I was 4 years old i came into foster care with my little sister (she was 2 years old). One day our case worker came to our house to tell us that a...
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.Featured Shared Story
This was just so sad and painful to read and yet beautifully written. You are so brave, and I feel so very proud of you.
My case was recently dropped in July because of not enough evidence....
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 feeling.
My hurt had no healing. ...Featured Shared Story
I was abused sexually by an older cousin. He'd put a pillow over my face, tell me to take my nickers off, and then inflict pain on my private areas. He told me he'd kill my brothers, mam, and...
Tell me what I did to make you treat me so cheaply,
What did I do to make you so angry and make you beat me,
You could see I was broken up inside and you just threw me around,
You left me lying dazed on the ground,...Featured Shared Story
I was also abused and raped from 10-14. I got out to another home and was raped again. I tried to tell, but no one believed me, so I just kept quiet. I'm now 52. It still haunts me. my niece...
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.Featured Shared Story
I was abused by my dad when I was a child. Whenever I think about it, it hurts. It hurts, and the worst part of it is that I can't tell anyone, not because I'm not allowed, but because of me....
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