Dear Step Daddy
I was only 7
When I first met you
I thought that you would be great
But then one night I realized...
I was only 7
When I first met you
I thought that you would be great
But then one night I realized...
I can relate. It defines my whole being and my life. My bio-father sexually abused me from before I was 3 years old. I can't remember any of it. Then the sexual abuse must've stopped at...
I try to be quiet
I hear them get closer
their shoes echo on the floor
my life's a roller coaster....
This reflects my life. I would run and hide with my sister. My mother would give us cocaine and her and her friends would abuse and rape us. Bruises, broken bones, and my sister had a...
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...
Hey, this poem really explained how I feel. I was raped for 6 years and within those 6 years there were 26 encounters by my brothers ex best friend. I struggle everyday because of them.
Everything is going way too fast.
I am still trying to hide the bruises from my past.
The scars are there
that mirror my greatest fear.
You saw me at my good and bad times
You told me that you loved me
You made me feel as if I was on top of the world
You made me promises you just wouldn't keep...
I am now 17. When I was sixteen I was with a guy who was 26, and we got together through the approval from my mom and everything was good. He was really sweet and then things went downhill....
You told me it was my fault
That I was just a tease
That I begged him to touch me
Got down on my knees
I know what that's like but you can be one of the first to stop it from happening in your life. If you're 17 you can move out, just go to a court and talk to a judge. You might get granted...
Slap in the face
Thrown against the wall
Beaten senseless
Did it help you at all?...
Reading this was hard, simply because I have been in an abusive home for 7 years. I skipped my senior year and went straight to college. I still wake up crying, and my roommate is still...
as I walked through this door
I heard not one sound in the house
I thought maybe I'd get away tonight
without worrying where to hide...
This poem is really sad but really good and well written. I personally have never been through physical abuse, but I am going through verbal abuse with my mom. Think you could write a poem...
I miss the times where you would hold me, love me, and say it's alright
apparently those days no longer exist to you.
All the scars and bruises I have are memories of what you did
How could you do this, do this to me?...
My foster mum Liz had a new boy friend. He could be dead nice and buy me presents but that's only to hide what he did that night. When mums was out he would go in to my bedroom and lie down,...
Remembering things that aren't to be remembered,
Can bring back memories of when I would surrender
My love, my heart, and my thoughts to your accusations.
Am I really the only one who has any patience? ...
As I sat upon my bed, the blood on the sheets like someone was dead....am I to blame, I'm full of so much guilt and pain, he beat me down and all that was left of me was a...