Abuse Poems by Teens

Innocence Betrayed: Poems by Victims of Child Abuse

When a child is a victim of abuse by a member of their family, their world has changed forever. They may have loved their abuser and the abuser has turned the relationship into something sadistic and cruel. The victim of abuse is likely to feel very confused. How can they sort out the feelings of affection that they have for their abuser with the sick and disgusting act that was done to them. Feelings that result from abuse should not be buried away. As painful as it is, victims must talk about their experience and share their pain with others. Finding meaning in suffering is the road to healing.

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1. Broken Wings

This poem is about a girl who gets abused by her father, and her mom knows about it, but she doesn't do anything about it. The girl and her mom both end up dying. A girl I knew from a different school died from abuse, and child abuse needs to be ended. This is for you, Jazz.

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- By Kathryn
- Published: July 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem Of Girl Trying To Tell Mom About Abuse

I tried to tell you
Now it's too late
I sit waiting
At heaven's gate

I tried to tell you
Now it's too late
I sit waiting
At heaven's gate

He abused me, Mom
You never seemed to care
Now I lie in a black coffin
Full of despair

How many times
Did you hear me cry?
Did you ever think
It'd get so bad I'd die?

I am an angel now
With long white wings
Flying higher each day
No longer feeling his stings

I'll watch over you, Mom
Do what you didn't do for me
You pretended not to hear
Pretended not to see

Now you wait at heaven's gate
Just as I once did
You have now come to realize
The pain that I once hid
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2. I Still Remember What You Did To Me

I'm 17 and started writing poems not too long ago. I figured out it was a great way for me to get my anger out, since I was abused as a child. It affects me so much, even to this day. I don't think I'll ever forgive my molester, and I have still not had the strength to tell anyone but my best friend. I promised myself he will not have control over me, and letting my feelings out will help me keep my promise.
- By Kay Bell
- Published: January 2012 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Abused And Unable To Forgive Poem

Behind my smile lie my fears
Behind those laughs I hide my tears
I'm one of those you call fake
And the more I go the more I ache

Behind my smile lie my fears
Behind those laughs I hide my tears
I'm one of those you call fake
And the more I go the more I ache

I have a dark secret I cannot tell
Sometimes it feels like a wizard's spell
I've been told it's not my fault
How could I know it was assault?

I still see him everywhere
Why is that? It's so unfair
He took away my innocence
He forced me into silence

They say I should forgive
But he's made my life hard to live
I see him in my dreams
I hope he can hear my screams

It isn't fair that he's free
He ruined my life the day he molested me
I try to move forward
But it's as if I'm anchored

I'm trying real hard
But still I'm so scarred
I try to hide my pain
Even though it drives me insane

To you I may seem happy
But deep inside I'm really angry
Because behind my smile lie my fears
Because behind those laughs I hide my tears
I'm the one you call fake
Some days I just wish people knew how much I ache
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3. Tears

I live in a home where abuse is discipline and I can't go anywhere in the house without telling either my mom or dad. Also I feel like I'm in a prison. I am constantly being watched and followed around wherever I go. I want to leave but have nowhere to go, and the weather is too harsh at the moment.
- By Israel Scialabba
- Published: January 2014 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
My Life In An Abusive Family

Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.

Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.

Blow by blow I take
the hits.
Through all of it
Not a sound I make.

I bite back
every ounce of pain.
Through hitting me
what does she gain?

A thousand tears run
down my face,
but not a single
sound escapes.
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4. Lost Innocence

I just want to let you know that I am 15 and have gone through domestic and sexual abuse. I spoke up, and it made life so much easier. I am free now and don't have to suffer in silence, so please, please speak out.
- By Rebecca Edwards
- Published: August 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
This young girl kept from sight
crying into the middle of the night
she fears that others will sense the shame.
but was this girl really to blame?

This young girl kept from sight
crying into the middle of the night
she fears that others will sense the shame.
but was this girl really to blame?
This little girl who was full of belief
could not from him seem to find relief.
She feels so dirty with her clothes that tore
when she is being flung on the bedroom floor.
This broken child lost her innocence at a very young age
through a trusted man's deliberate drunken rage.
Her little broken heart was full of pain.
Through the rest of her life it would stain.
People would see the bruises that lay upon her face.
She wanted and longed for her special place.
While he was looking around
this little girl couldn't make a sound.
She couldn't have her own bed.
He would be there touching her instead,
taking her clothes off he would touch.
This haunted her little heart so much.
she just wanted him to understand,
but instead she got the back of his hand.
Night after night she endured this pain,
never to be happy ever again.
This little angel from above
could not find the slightest inch of love.
This mountain of unnoticed fear
went on year after year.
While she was crying silent tears
he was tucking into some beers.
Why would no one come to her aid?
Day after day her happiness would fade.
This went on for so, so long,
and no one thought that this was wrong.
This little girl that no one could save,
she longed for her peaceful grave.
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5. Broken Smile

I am strongly against abuse. I have never been abused, but I know people who are. I have been inspired by reading these poems from people on these websites. Notice, in my poem, the girl doesn't even think about telling someone. It shows how alone and terrified abuse can make people feel. I want everyone who is abused to come out and tell someone, please!!
- By Rayne
- Published: December 2013 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Smartest, hottest, most popular girl
She flashes a smile that would make your vision swirl
Silky brown hair down to her waist
Everyone she meets, she will embrace

Smartest, hottest, most popular girl
She flashes a smile that would make your vision swirl
Silky brown hair down to her waist
Everyone she meets, she will embrace
Such a perfect girl with a warm, kind heart
No one knows the secrets that tear her apart

Perfect tan skin that never ceases to amuse
Choosing clothes that will hide the bruises
Strutting down the halls with unbeatable grace
No one knows the torture she has to face
She watched the clock with a sad, broken face
As soon someone approaches, the smile is back in place

When she comes home, it is impossible to smile
He breaks her body and spirit in such a violent style
She arrives home, desperately hoping he wasn't there
As he calls her from his room, her eyes fills with despair
Her eyes start watering, knowing what is to come
Just imagining the bloody mess she was to become

Her body shaking, she heads up the stairs
Hoping God will answer her prayers
She starts stripping her clothes along the way
Again, not knowing if it was her last day
She reaches his room, not daring to look in his eyes
Silently crying, as he runs his hands up her thighs

He lays her down and the painful sting returns
No matter how many times it happens, it still burns
It continues for hours, then it comes to an end
She wakes up the next morning, sore, ready to pretend
That she is perfect, that she is okay
Putting on makeup and shutting the pain away

She fixes herself and looks in the mirror
"That's not me," the thought becomes clearer
Her trademark smile is in perfect place
The sadness is blocked away from her face
She feels she could collapse under the strain
She heads out the door, repeating the cycle again
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6. My Life

I'm Zach. I'm 16, and the abuse has been happening since I was a child. It finally stopped 3 years ago.
- By Zach
- Published: August 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Abused By Dad Poem

surrounded by walls
nowhere to go
walls are closing in
no more air flow

surrounded by walls
nowhere to go
walls are closing in
no more air flow

no one can hear you
like you're never there
no one can help
no one is there

kicking and screaming
yelling for help
mom sits and watches
while dad grabs his belt

mom doesn't say anything
until dad leaves
she doesn't care
at least I didn't believe

this always happened
every single night
mom just sat and watched
without putting up a fight

going to school
with new bruises every day
teachers always asked
I blew their help away

knowing if I told
it would only get worse
begging on my knees
for him not to immerse

just laying there as time passed by
watching myself get beat
I just thought to myself
one day I'll be back on my feet

the time had finally come
many years after
I finally stood up for myself
it never happened thereafter
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7. I Trusted You

I wrote this poem to kind of tell people the fear you have when you get raped and also how it affects you for the rest of your life. Its been 7 years for me and I still absolutely cannot forget it. And it doesn't matter if I'm around my best, sweetest guy friend, I'm still afraid and nobody will ever understand that unless someone does something sick like that to them. But I have learned through all this that God has a purpose for everything- even this and no matter what He is always there for you so you are never alone!
- By Jessica
- Published: July 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Can No Longer Trust

I hear the floor creek
Closer and closer toward my bedroom door
I try to stay quiet hiding under the covers
Though I know he will find me

I hear the floor creek
Closer and closer toward my bedroom door
I try to stay quiet hiding under the covers
Though I know he will find me

I hope he doesn't hear my heartbeat
Or hear me praying God will protect me tonight
But as I do I start to cry because I know
TONIGHT'S ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS
WHEN GOD JUST DOESN'T HEAR ME

I let out one more sob
And the door swings open
The hallway light shines in
But darkness radiates off him
So strong
He has a smile on his face
Nothing will stop him
I cant even defend myself

He gets on top of me holding me down
As I try to turn away
He pulls me back covering my mouth
I am too scared to breathe

A few weeks pass by
I hear him moaning my name
While stumbling around the house
Closer and closer he is walking toward me

Now he is on my bed
And before he even touches me
I begin to cry as I wonder
Where is God tonight?

This time I fight back
I yell
I cry
But he has ways to shut me up.
I do everything I can to loosen his grip
He's hurting me so bad but will not let me go
NO
He will not let me go
Not until he is finished

He leaves me lying there
To think of what I have lost
"I'm sorry" is not enough
He doesn't even realize what it has cost

Another few weeks pass by
The shame keeps getting worse
Too afraid to tell
Though its so hard to hide this pain
Day after day

I must have been bad that night
I hear him coming closer as I'm lying on the floor
Lord I would do anything
If you would keep him from walking through that door

But he does
I finally realize I am all alone
No one to protect me
No one who can save me...
So I lie back down to take it
But he throws me on the bed
And makes me relive my worst fears
When I just want to be dead

I don't want to kill myself
I just want to die
God, why have you abandoned me?
Can you not see the tears I cry?

I will hurt myself later
After you have hurt me
This blood that stains the sheets
Tangled up on my bed
Reminds me of the words
The images you have put inside my head

I can still feel you touching me, grabbing me
Forcing my body closer to yours
The feeling of your cold fingers all over me
I constantly try to wash away
From my scarred skin

Since that first night
I live my life in fear
You are the reason I love too easily
Why I cannot love at all.
Because I trusted you
I can no longer trust

The pain I hold inside
You will never know
They will never understand
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8. Dad

This is the poem that I used to tell my mother about the abuse that my father was doing to me. I couldn't bear to tell her face to face, so I passed her this poem. I was 12 when the abuse started, and it continued until about age 16. I have definitely had my struggles through healing, but my mom was very supportive of me. It breaks my heart to know that there are others out there who have suffered the same or worse than I.
- By Jessica
- Published: August 2017 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Telling Mom About Abuse

I quiver as he stands above me.
I'm curled up on the ground.
He looks down upon me.
I do not make a sound.

I quiver as he stands above me.
I'm curled up on the ground.
He looks down upon me.
I do not make a sound.

He reaches down and grabs me
As I make a quiet peep.
No one in the house can hear me
Because they are all asleep.

I tremble and I try to get away,
But he is so much bigger.
He tells me to obey.

The next morning when the sun begins to rise
He leaves me alone.
I feel the relief once he is gone.
I get up with a moan.

I get ready for the day.
I try to forget about the night.
Like an eraser for my mind,
I erase the black to white.

He tells me he will stop
At one time or another.
He makes me promise not to tell
Anyone, especially mother.
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9. I Am Sorry

My name is Aly. I am 15 years old. I grew up severely abused by my father and am still neglected by my mother. I sometimes find it hard to keep hope, especially when the tears come at night. But if there is one thing I know, no matter how many nightmares I have, the sun will always come up in the morning. Do not lose your hope. It is like the gas pedal on a car. It is the only thing that keeps you going, and the more weight you put on it, the faster you will go.
- By Bismuth
- Published: March 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
You wanted me to be your little girl
You wanted me to see you as my world
You wanted me to be all I could be
I wanted you to open your eyes and see

You wanted me to be your little girl
You wanted me to see you as my world
You wanted me to be all I could be
I wanted you to open your eyes and see

The bruises on my arms were not love
The pain in my eyes was not relief
Blood stained the white feathers of the dove
And she did not mourn, but she grieved

My childhood was dust in the wind
By the time I was four
It was over with
The moment you shoved me into that door

But Daddy, I am sorry
I am sorry I wasn't everything you wanted
I am sorry I made you mad
I am sorry for being so bad

I took the beatings for my brother
because you didn't see he had already given up
I carried the burden of pain for my mother
because you didn't see she was already shriveled up

Please God, set me free
Take these bruises from me
Please take away the breath of life
Oh, God, let me drop this knife

Heaven cannot set me free
It is not ready for me
I have suffered much in this life
but help does not come in the form of a knife

I will live
I will breathe
I will stand tall
And for myself, I will not fall
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10. The Man In The Cargo

I was raped at a high school party about 3 months ago. I'm 16 years old and was intoxicated. When I went to tell my 'friends' at the party, they all took his side and claimed I was too drunk and that I made it up. I've thought about this situation every day, and I've blamed myself almost every time. I've found writing as a good way to release the built up sadness that I feel inside me.
- By Lauren
- Published: September 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Friends Don't Believe I Was Raped

The man in the cargo murdered my innocence, and he took away my pride
He broke me down, and he shattered my trust all at once in his stride
The man abused me, he denied me, and he watched as tears ran down my face
How could one soul do this? I believed I was in a safe place

The man in the cargo murdered my innocence, and he took away my pride
He broke me down, and he shattered my trust all at once in his stride
The man abused me, he denied me, and he watched as tears ran down my face
How could one soul do this? I believed I was in a safe place

Because of him, I fear just about all
And all I can do is blame myself; "How could I not escape?" not even crawl
My friends all dismissed me when I spoke of what had occurred
They ignored my fearful plea for help, every last word

My eyes are now swollen, my bones nearly broken
For now the man who stole my childhood holds it as his token
The people around believed my words to be untrue
Congratulations, you fooled them. But they really don't know you.

I told him no, and I even begged him to stop
Deafened by alcohol, he remained there on top
The man took away my voice; he is the bane of my life
The physical pain I felt that night was comparable to that of a knife

Because of him, I live in fear
I am afraid of any man who comes even remotely near
I walk alone now, and I hope this guilt is a heavy burden to haul
Dear man-in-the-cargo, you're not even a man. Not a little, not at all.
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11. Images

I have been reading about sexual assault and becoming more aware of this topic. This poem is dedicated to victims of sexual abuse.
- By Mia A. Lassiter
- Published: January 2017 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
A Poem Of Overcoming The Pain Of Sexual Abuse

Images
branded into my memory,
hot with pain and guilt and hurt.

Images
branded into my memory,
hot with pain and guilt and hurt.

Images
flashing constantly
inside my head.

His greedy hands
touching me, feeling me,
wanting more, more, more.

Slithering up my thighs,
creeping down my back,
ricocheting fear through my being.

Images
of locked doors,
bolted windows, and closed shutters.

Remembrance of hot panic that
hijacked my soul
as the lights flickered off.

Images, images, images
boiling inside of me,
dying to be freed,

to be told, unleashed,
because I can't keep it a secret
any longer.

My words cut through
years of pain,
drunken, endless nights of

suffering and abuse, of
pain and guilt and hurt.
Pain, pain, pain that never ends.

I was surprised when others told me
they have gone through
the same.

I see images
similar to mine.
Images of

their father, brother, teacher
using them, hurting them.
Images of

the hands that cease to touch,
the consuming fear,
the guilt...

But I also see images of
healing, of escape, of
a better future.

I hold onto these images
as strength to persevere,
as a promise that life will get better.

It is not my fault.
I am not broken.
I have survived.

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12. You...

This poem is about an abusive relationship I was in for 8 months. This poem represents the pain and the confusion I went through and the pain that came with it. In the end, I finally had to let go.
- By Shaydee A. Ault
- Published: April 2018 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
An Abusive Relationship That Caused Depression

Your words to me are weakness.
They slay me to the ground.
Sometimes you make me feel lost,
Though I'm wishing I were found.

Your words to me are weakness.
They slay me to the ground.
Sometimes you make me feel lost,
Though I'm wishing I were found.

Your voice to me is quicksand,
So soft yet full of danger.
Sometimes you start out happy,
But in the end you're filled with anger.

Your eyes to me are icy,
So beautiful yet so hard.
Sometimes I pray to fix you,
But some people are just too scarred.

Your fist to me is deadly,
So powerful yet deserved.
It makes me question your love for me,
And my tears feel like they burn.

My love for you is toxic,
So enchanting yet so wrong.
Sometimes I feel I'm drowning.
I feel like I'm going.
Going.
Gone.
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13. My Hate For You Will Never Fade

A family "friend" molested me over and over for about a year when I was 11 years old. I did the right thing and put him in jail, once I gathered myself and got the strength. I wrote this to do the only thing I could do--to set myself free...others should do the same.
- By Marie
- Published: June 2014 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Hatred Towards Molester

The things you did to me
Took away what made me free.
I was a prisoner to you, locked in a chain.
You played me, like a puzzle piece in a game.

The things you did to me
Took away what made me free.
I was a prisoner to you, locked in a chain.
You played me, like a puzzle piece in a game.
It keeps me awake at night
Because in my mind I wonder why?
How could you do this to me?
All this pain and misery
Your ugly soul brought upon me.
How do you live with yourself?
Knowing that you changed my life for me,
Took the things I never had.
I want and need it back so bad.
Our relationship started from something minor,
From there to something worse.
Things I thought I was imagining
Became a haunting and memorable curse.
Not only did you take my childhood,
You took my life.
Turned me around and slit me with a knife.
I never thought this would happen to me,
But it did.
I'll never forget,
I'll never forgive.
And all this pain I went through
Was just because I trusted you.
You stole my voice,
I had NO choice.
You took advantage of me,
Took control of my whole body.
And yet I stand strong, to this day.
My hate for you will never fade.
The battle is over, it hasn't just begun.
Now it's the end...I'm the girl still standing..
I'M THE GIRL WHO WON!!
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14. Sexual Abuse By Mother's Boyfriend

I'm a 17-year-old female who was once sexually abused by my mother's long-term boyfriend. Being raped every day for 3 months makes you feel so dirty and ashamed.
- By Eleena-Jayde
- Published: October 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
The day you said it was okay
to do the things you did
was the day I closed my heart,
then ran away and hid.

The day you said it was okay
to do the things you did
was the day I closed my heart,
then ran away and hid.

You said it was okay,
you said it was all right,
but then I grew up,
and I knew you lied.

Mother, please help; mother, I need you here.
If only I could tell you,
but there is no need to share,
for if I did I'd fear you wouldn't care.

Now I know it's over,
now I know its done.
All I fear now
is what he could have done.
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15. Fear Of Home

This poem is about an old friend. She comes to school with a fake smile and everything, and I see her hide the scars and lies about the bruises she receives when she gets home.
- By Ray
- Published: December 2013 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Pretending Everything Is Okay

you run in fear
you walk in fear
you hide in fear
you show in fear

you run in fear
you walk in fear
you hide in fear
you show in fear

life's a nightmare
one that never ends
one you can't escape
one where your worst fears are your reality

as day after day
you're reminded of your mistakes
with the scars you try to hide
the bruises you lie for

your tear scarred face
puts on a fake smile
a fake laugh
a fake story

that all disappears
when you walk in those doors
and nothing you do is right
and he reminds you

your pillow soaked
your cheeks scarred
and you're drowning
with the tears you always cry
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16. Truth

This is a poem about how I was sold for money by my own mom. I'm ten years old and finally ran away and got help. I let it go three years. And now I'm in foster care.
- By Kari
- Published: January 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Sold By Mother For Money

Shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say.
I'm going to take you back to that one specific day.
I was laying in bed alone while listening to you and him talk on the phone.
You said, "Well if they have the money I don't see why not.

Shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say.
I'm going to take you back to that one specific day.
I was laying in bed alone while listening to you and him talk on the phone.
You said, "Well if they have the money I don't see why not.
She'll be ready by 9 o'clock."
You came in and said it's time to get up.
"Shower well and I'll make you pretty with make up."
In a pretty white dress and hair done to match,
You told me I'm a breath-taking catch.
I sat on the couch waiting with you,
But what was in store for me I had no clue.
They came in three men.
I will never forget the sight of them.
They tossed you a wad of money,
while grabbing my hand and saying, "Come with me, honey."
I didn't want to go, but you made me.
You let them rape me for money!
I cried and tried to run away,
But you helped them push me on the bed and screamed STAY!
You said to be a good little girl or I'll make you sad,
So I shut my mouth and let them do the things that were bad.
I was only 7 years old and already my innocence was lost.
You needed the money but at what cost?
Every day those men came over and brought more.
Each time you just watched at the door.
I ran away at the age of eight.
Why was I put into this fate?
I was ashamed of what was done,
So of course I could tell no one.
The day you found me you said things changed,
That I won't have to do those things.
Well mom, it was that way for a month; then you started again.
Through the door each day came the men and their friends.
Well I'm ten now and things got to come to an end.
You see I became a "woman" at the age of 9 with my monthly "friend."
Tonight while you're asleep I'm packing my bag to quietly leave,
But I want you to know that while the men were doing their "deed,"
One of them impregnated me with their seed.
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17. Hide And Seek

I'm 16 years old. I've lived through a lot and I feel like writing helps to get some of the pain off my shoulders. My parents play games with me. Hide and seek is their favourite, hence the name of the poem. Other people who go through this daily, you are in my prayers. I know how you feel. I have lived with this for 10 years of my life, and I will never be able to forget it.
- By Emily
- Published: July 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Abused By Dad Poem

I try to be quiet
I hear them get closer
their shoes echo on the floor
my life's a roller coaster.

I try to be quiet
I hear them get closer
their shoes echo on the floor
my life's a roller coaster.

Was it honestly she
who told me she loved me
not three hours before
holding me closely.

All has changed now
'cause he has arrived.
He scares me so much
I run and I hide.

They're trying to find me.
They're using the trick -
take a few steps
and listen for a tick,

wait for the sound
for my breath to run out.
I'll need to breathe soon
then I'm busted, sought out.

I know what is coming
it's easier to surrender
to broken bones and bruises.
I can explain them later.

Pulled up from my place
I can see his smile
smell the scotch on his breath
I have to swallow the bile.

I try to be quiet
not a sound, not a peep
I'm scared of his games.
I don't like hide and seek.
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18. They Can No Longer Hurt Me

When I was 4-7 years old I was raped. I tried to tell someone, but they thought I was just crying wolf. Those things that had happened wrecked my childhood. I was scared of everything and everyone, and I hated myself for letting it happen. But I realized deep down inside I had the strength to end it all.
- By Sabrina
- Published: January 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem On Raped As A Child

Blood boiled in every vain,
Like a flicker in every flame.
Tears streaming from my eyes,
'Cause my life is built on lies.

Blood boiled in every vain,
Like a flicker in every flame.
Tears streaming from my eyes,
'Cause my life is built on lies.
Overpowered by my fears,
So I kept quiet for many years.
The secrets tore me up inside.
With a twisted mind and arms atied,
They took their turns,
So I buried the burns.
I grew up thinking it was my fault.
My fault for every rape and every assault.
Those dark memories still haunt my brain,
And still I feel I'm the one to blame.
Every night I lie awake,
Wondering how much I can take.
If only someone would have listened
To the screams and to the pleads.
Maybe I could have ended it all
And still be able to stand tall.
But enough is enough.
Tonight I will stay tough
And maybe for once they will see
That they can no longer hurt me.
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19. Your Abuse

This poem is NOT ABOUT CHILD ABUSE FROM PARENTS. Some of you might mistake it as that, but it's not. I wrote this about my best friend who's much stronger than me, and we're both kind of in different social groups. He playfully hits me but really hard. And it hurts a lot. He's really nice to me when it's just me and him, but sometimes he can be a little violent. But every time, I keep forgiving him when I probably shouldn't.
- By Anonymous
- Published: September 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Physical Abuse From A Friend

Fragile, breakable,
These things you know.
And you still scream and hit.
And the punches you throw,

Fragile, breakable,
These things you know.
And you still scream and hit.
And the punches you throw,
They sting and cut deep,
Until my faith in you is gone.
You had said you wouldn't hurt me,
But I still want to run.
Run. Run away.
Away from this pain.
Away from the lies
And all these stupid games.
I'm sick of playing them.
I want to know for sure.
You only treat me well
Behind closed doors.
You never hold back,
You unleash, and it hurts.
You're nice and you're sweet,
And then you treat me like dirt.
It doesn't make you tough,
Or even remotely cool.
It makes you look like a jerk
And a fool.
I make mistakes,
And that hurts enough,
Without your violence
And you beating me up.
How cruel it is
To duff up the meek,
And how pathetic it is
To beat up the weak.
You keep reassuring me
That everything is fine,
But I know you don't mean it
Because you said that the last time.
Your abuse is unforgivable,
But I keep crawling back.
You beg for my forgiveness,
And I do with obvious
Lack of better judgment,
Because if I could hate you, I would.
But I guess I'm too dumb
To do what I should.
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20. The Day The Angels Descend

When you get abused every day and you're forced to live with the pain, you end up wishing to take your last breath and finally leave it all behind.
- By Sabrina
- Published: February 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Wanting Abuse To End

Hits of fury,
Gasps for air,
Vision's blurry,
Eyes a stare.

Hits of fury,
Gasps for air,
Vision's blurry,
Eyes a stare.
My lifeless body,
Cold at soul,
Lies here breathless,
Story untold.
One hit too many,
Mind left query,
But I'll smile when it ends,
For that's the day
The angels descend.
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1. Broken Wings

This poem is about a girl who gets abused by her father, and her mom knows about it, but she doesn't do anything about it. The girl and her mom both end up dying. A girl I knew from a different school died from abuse, and child abuse needs to be ended. This is for you, Jazz.

2. I Still Remember What You Did To Me

3. Tears

4. Lost Innocence

I just want to let you know that I am 15 and have gone through domestic and sexual abuse. I spoke up, and it made life so much easier. I am free now and don't have to suffer in silence, so please, please speak out.

5. Broken Smile

6. My Life

I'm Zach. I'm 16, and the abuse has been happening since I was a child. It finally stopped 3 years ago.

7. I Trusted You

8. Dad

9. I Am Sorry

10. The Man In The Cargo

11. Images

I have been reading about sexual assault and becoming more aware of this topic. This poem is dedicated to victims of sexual abuse.

12. You...

This poem is about an abusive relationship I was in for 8 months. This poem represents the pain and the confusion I went through and the pain that came with it. In the end, I finally had to let go.

13. My Hate For You Will Never Fade

A family "friend" molested me over and over for about a year when I was 11 years old. I did the right thing and put him in jail, once I gathered myself and got the strength. I wrote this to do the only thing I could do--to set myself free...others should do the same.

14. Sexual Abuse By Mother's Boyfriend

I'm a 17-year-old female who was once sexually abused by my mother's long-term boyfriend. Being raped every day for 3 months makes you feel so dirty and ashamed.

15. Fear Of Home

This poem is about an old friend. She comes to school with a fake smile and everything, and I see her hide the scars and lies about the bruises she receives when she gets home.

16. Truth

This is a poem about how I was sold for money by my own mom. I'm ten years old and finally ran away and got help. I let it go three years. And now I'm in foster care.

17. Hide And Seek

18. They Can No Longer Hurt Me

19. Your Abuse

20. The Day The Angels Descend

When you get abused every day and you're forced to live with the pain, you end up wishing to take your last breath and finally leave it all behind.