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
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1. Abuse
Domestic Violence PoemHe 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.Latest Shared StoryI can completely relate to your experience. Mine was exactly the same and my thoughts were equal to yours. I was beat 54 separate times and I never could bring myself to call the cops on him....
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2. Speechless
Child Abuse Ends In DeathMy 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.Latest Shared StoryHi...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...
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3. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse
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.Latest Shared StorySo many stories, and yet only one story repeated over and over again in different contexts perhaps, but we all share the crushing sadness of having someone we love betray us and leave us...
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4. Living In My World
Poem From A Child Abused Physically And EmotionallyLate 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.Latest Shared StoryMy 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...
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5. Tears, Tears Go Away
Poem About Reminders Of The PastTears, 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....Latest Shared StoryYou'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...
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6. Hush Little Sister
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.Latest Shared StoryI was abused from age 9-11 by my father. He'd abused other family members before me, like my siblings, all of whom had left him, leaving only me and my little sister still seeing him. He...
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7. Sexual Abuse Victim
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?
I've watched you rape and molest me right before my eyes
Now the only thing left to do is cry
You stole my virginity without my consent
PLEASE tell me why this is the way it went
All I wanted was for you to get off of me
But getting you off of me just wasn't that easy
You hit me in my face then ripped my shirt
Then you pushed it in to the point where it hurt
I remember it like it was yesterday
Answer this, will I ever forget about this and be okay?
The thoughts are crucial & all I can do is cry
Sometimes I just think then ask myself "why didn't I die?"
The bastard didn't care if I lived or if I died
All he cared about was being satisfied
I feel dirty, I feel low, I feel used
I'll always know that I'm a victim of sexual abuse!Latest Shared StoryI 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...
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8. Returning Faith
Poem By A Victim And Survivor Of Domestic ViolenceYou 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!Latest Shared StoryAs I read this Poem, it touched me very deeply because I myself can relate to the same situation and there's always HOPE! Thank you for sharing!
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9. Unmasked
Exposing My VulnerabilitiesDon'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.Latest Shared StoryI feel this pain deep within my heart when I read this poem over and over again. I’m currently living with my mom and she can make every second of my life a living hell if I don’t do what she...
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10. Trying To Mend A Broken Heart
Abuse By Boyfriend PoemI talk to him,
He talks to me.
My heart, it swells
And begs to be free.
Does he know what's become of me?
He hits and shoves,
Punches galore.
I know damn well that it could hurt more.
I try not to cry and not show the pain,
But deep down I know he's winning this "game."
To me, he's perfect but oh so very vain.
I will never, ever overcome this pain.
I'm nothing but a punching bag to quench his anger's thirst.
I grab my arm and limp off to the nurse.
She asks what's wrong.
I lie and say I fell.
Why do I constantly go through with this hell?
These tears are for him, and that I hope he knows.
These emotions, this pain... why must it show?
If I hide it away, I'd be lying to myself.
He's abusive and cruel,
And my friends begin to worry.
They're afraid that he'll cause the death of me.
It brings me to tears because I know they're right.
They say, "Step Up!" and tell me to fight!
I tell them the truth, "I can't."
It would tear me apart.
So I walk off to my room and try to mend my broken heartLatest Shared StoryI am in the same boat. I do love him and I want my children to have a dad in their life, but it rips me apart knowing they will either see their mother being hurt or not have a father in...
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11. Courage To Leave 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.Latest Shared StoryThank you-
I am finally away from the abusive relationship I was stuck in. He was charged formally by the state and took a plea deal for the two misdemeanors when he held me against my will... -
12. Daddy's Doll
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.Latest Shared StoryI used to be my brother's doll. It was just a game to him. He hurt me and would say he loved me. I covered for him for years, both because I didn't want to remember and because I knew no one...
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13. While I Was Bleeding
Don't Stay In An Abusive RelationshipWhere 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...Latest Shared StoryI 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...
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14. Her Smile (Pantoum)
Pushing The Pain AsideHer 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.
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15. A Cry For Help
Poem About the Effects of Child AbuseA 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.
Latest Shared StoryI was molested by my father and all these years later I still get these feelings he's standing over me and this poem spoke to me and it's so true we still live it daily! You are not alone!
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16. The Unknown Murder
Poem About How Abuse Feels On The InsideThere 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.Latest Shared StoryI feel like you've put everything that i have been feeling into words. I have been struggling to express what the abuse I endured from my ex felt like, and your poem has done that for me....
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17. Black And Blue
Sitting alone under the night sky so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
Pulling her sleeves past the black and blue,
Once these bruises fade they'll come back anew.
Looking up at the stars so high,
Sometimes she wishes she could melt into the sky,
Out of her eye drops a single tear,
As she realizes she has to face her worst fear.
At the thought of home she shutters,
And a prayer for help she mutters,
Her angry father's face shakes in her head,
And her broken heart fills with dread.
The front door creaks as she steps inside,
Jumping over beer bottles she runs to hide,
Sliding under her bed she tries not to make a sound,
Too late: the floor creaks as she touches the ground.
She tries to hold back the tears, he hits her harder when she cries,
But they slip out as the heavy steps get closer, she's terrified,
The door slams open, the pain is about to come,
Her dad's clothes smell like smoke and rum.
He lifts her up by a chunk of her hair,
Taking the first punch he begins to swear,
She cries for help, but it's to late,
He won't stop till he's got out all the hate.
A daily routine, but tonight it's not the same,
Tonight the end of the beating never came,
A few hours later the ambulance arrives,
Her life is over at the age of 5.Latest Shared StoryThat poem very much ought to be published. Very heart wrenching. I am 53 yrs old. A man from a very abusive father. But I have 2 daughters and never ever laid a hand on either of them. ...
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18. I Have A Secret
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.Latest Shared StoryI can relate. My mother has done horrible things that made me end up in the hospital, but my dad never left, but he didn't know until I told, so now I'm living with him. Safe, I guess, but I...
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19. Surviving You
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,
I did not dare to meet your eyes but prayed you would see what you had done,
You picked me up and told me we'd have some fun,
A lump lodged uneasily in my throat my eyes glistening with tears,
My tiny body exhausted yet knowing the worst was near,
I wanted to scream and fight you and run for the door,
You broke me you wore me down but still wanted more,
Same routine making me incapable of movement that part done hastily,
Bit by bit ripping my dignity,
You left me on the bed shaking and broken,
I'd prayed someone would come please let someone have woken,
I would lay and go to a place where when I gave a cry for help someone would come,
And where people don't hurt people who love them for fun,
I'd talk to my friends who'd come and rescue me from the pain,
Who'd put their arm around me and take me to places where I have smiles that I do not feign,
In my dreams they would hold me when I cried,
They would be there to take me to a place where the angels sang lullabies ,
They'd take me to a place little girls didn't feel fear,
Where I would never have to cry or even shed a tear,
I was sad because I could never stay,
They promised I'd be with them there one day,
My friends have always been apart of me and always will,
They gave me hope that I can climb this painful everlasting hill,
My friends were my imagination I know that now,
And how they helped me survive I don't know how,
You killed my spirit you damaged my soul,
My foundations my very childhood you trampled on and stole,
I wanted to mean something and but I know I'm not worth much,
I wanted a loving role model not your painful touch,
Everything that happened and seeing your face all the time
I can pretend I can get over and that I don't care,
But surviving all this is just the beginning of a long and endless nightmare...Latest Shared StoryI 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...
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20. Sorry Daddy
Poem About Physical Abuse From FatherYou call me names,
You curse me out,
When I make you mad,
You scream and shout,
I know you love me,
and I know you care,
there's times when you show it,
but those times are rare,
I hardly get to see you,
but the times that I do,
You're either drunk or high,
but Daddy.. I still love you,
You hit me a lot,
but it's because I do you wrong,
I must do you wrong plenty,
since these bruises stay for so long
I keep my feelings
locked up inside,
the bruises and scars,
I try to hide,
When the doctor asked,
who gave these bruises to me
I didn't tell them it was you Daddy
I told them it was me,
I don't know if they believed me,
but they put this needle in my arm, Daddy I pray that when I'm gone they will do you no harm,
Daddy I'm getting scared,
I look around
and you're no where to be found
as I take my very last breath,
I go peacefully, without you, to my death.Latest Shared StoryI’m so sorry you were hurt at 4 and you’re still in pain at 15. I am 55, and I have been where you are, abused, broken, tossed aside, unloved, and unwanted. I found help through a Christian...
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