abused
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The familiar scratching at the inner linings of your throat like a cat scratching at the walls, screaming to be let out. The sensation of your airways closing like that time when a man you did not know choked you for reasons you did not know.
I wrote him a letter
That he never read
Explaining the things
That he did to my head
My wounds reopen
My heart is raw
If you could see
The things I saw
You asked me to write for you,
So I wrote of a boy with stars in his eyes,
A bright soul, and his heart on his sleeve.
I wrote about how he died and how the light left his eyes
To forget would be a blessing,
to remember, a curse. Remember how he held my shoulders down
covered my screams with a sweaty palm, ripping
all pride from my body. I felt rage as he plunged through my body,
Through the door, he's late again.
Even in the dark, you can see his drunken grin.
You close your eyes, choke back the tears-
Still, he turns on the lights, wanting to see your fear.
You took me out on adventures all the time, knowing i had anxiety, saying it was fine.
You didn't let my fears take over- every event was another step closer to feeling free from the anxiousness that was attached to me.
In the moments between words
I was broken.
In the space between my thoughts
I was a victim.
I was surviving every dagger to my lungs
And calling myself weak.
A little girl
She wanders in the night
Searching for home
Five years old with no place to go
She doesn't understand why
No one can see her
No one can hear her
No one hears her cries for help
ABUSED SURVIVER
Balling your fist
Just hoping you missed
Every single throw.
But then agian
Oh, there you go
With every blow.
Just knocking me down
Smacking me around
Over the course of time
I’ve caught a couple knives in the back
From a couple friends
I thought it was kinda weird how they thought
It would feel good
Please don't stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground,
let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my
I have quite a few questions for you
I've been wanting an answer for years
Of course I can't really ask you
I don't know where you are
You
Stole from me something important
Before I could understand to cherish it
You
Lashed out at me
For my overwheming emotions
You
Made me become
Hateful of myself.....
it happened again.
this time i was sober.
which makes it worse.
but whatever.
it was a little different.
this time.
you called me.
wanting to talk.
so i came over.
Life is a pair of black corsets, fishnet stockings and cheap lipstick,
suffering from the intoxicating riches of each breath.
and in the midst of it all is a shadowed wrong turn,
in which my legs keep gliding through air.
A little girl of such young age
No choice while being restrained
Molested and abused
Raped and used
Sexuality that defines her
Body weight that reminds her
A fathers disappearance blinds her
Am I not good enough for you?
To earn your mercy?
Are the hungry not good enough for you?
To earn your warmth?
Are the abused not good enough for you?
To earn your kindness?
She dances! She twirls!
This amazing wind up girl!
Come one! Come all!
To see the painted smile doll!
Put your order in today!
We’ll send her, no delay!
The price is really not that high!
Sarah
She was born into an orphanage
Her reading disability is awful
Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it
Her life spent without being wanted
Justin
Wishes he didn't have parents.
33 pieces of life journey,begged by the rich man,strangers called,mother and vinegar,morning was to come,many appeared to believe the holy city,watching the great stone to the door,
If this is living,
I'm not sure if I want to live.
If only I could move.. just get away,
but I can only go where I am taken to.
No one seems to like me and they seem to think
In a field full of dandelions, you grab me and say "love me or love me not",
you throw a long stemmed flower at me and questionably ask "lets see!?".
As I pick through the petals and I jokingly shout "love you not!!",
Do you know what it's like
To be an outcast
Caught somewhere between
Wanting to fit in
But not will to be
One of them?
This poem is a comparison of my biological father, and My “Step-Dad”. The contrast of the two “fathers” has shaped me into the person that I am.
Daddy’s Little Girl?
