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21. A Cry For Help

I am a grown woman who has been a victim of child molestation for years. I was raped as a teenager and then gang-raped again as an adult. I have struggled through life as most abused children do, but I am living proof that no matter what we go through in life...... we all have the strength to get through it and past it, if we allow ourselves to.
- By Barbara Green
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Poem About The Effects Of Child Abuse

A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.

A 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.

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22. Tears, Tears Go Away

I was beaten by my alcoholic father as a child and molested by my uncle. No one knows these things except for a few friends and my journal. I'm depressed, and I cut often to get the pain out. I'd hate to hurt my family, so I try my hardest to stay away from suicide, but I think of it daily...that is the story behind my tears.
- By Stephany Manfull
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013 with permission of the Author.
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.

Tears, 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....
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23. My Lonely Show

I was in a very abusive marriage, lucky to have survived it. Over the span of 20 years, I had been abandoned on a mountain while pregnant, had a gun held to my head, had my nose, ribs and ankle broken, and was raped. I wrote this poem after my ankle was broken. I was a well-known and respected community member. I was ashamed of what I was going through and spent years trying to change myself to try to prevent the abuse. I don't resemble that broken woman anymore, and I have found my voice.
- By Yvonne Houde
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Wearing A Mask Hiding The Pain

A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said,
While I cry alone in bed.

A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said,
While I cry alone in bed.

Don't worry, I'll let you be,
Your secret is safe, alone with me.
My life is a lonely show,
I'll never let anyone know.

The sorrow and pain and lonely tears
Have been safe with me all these years.
I am the person people phone
When THEY feel all alone.

Don't worry, your secret is mine,
I'm too embarrassed all the time.
You're angry with me again.
I don't know why, that's insane!

If anyone knew I would curl up and die,
I let people think I am only shy.
You're angry with me all the time...
I don't want anyone to know, so you are fine.
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24. The Nightmare Of Abuse

This poem was written to get out all the emotions of what happened in my childhood. I needed to do something to make me feel like I wasn't alone anymore. I hope it helps others to realize they don't have to be alone.
- By Terri Edwards-Russell
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.
Poem On Confronting The Pain Of Childhood Trauma

How are you feeling? What's going through your mind?
Is that dream you're dreaming hurting deep inside?
You wake up hearing yelling, yelling in your room,
You wonder who it is, then you realize it is you.

How are you feeling? What's going through your mind?
Is that dream you're dreaming hurting deep inside?
You wake up hearing yelling, yelling in your room,
You wonder who it is, then you realize it is you.
You thought you were dreaming and you woke up feeling scared,
But the feelings were real and you realized he was in your bed.
You wonder if anyone heard, heard you scream and shout,
But you realize you're alone and no one will help you out,
You're helpless and afraid, just a lonely little girl.
You want to be saved, but shhh, we're not supposed to tell.
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25. The Little Girl Lay So Still

I was abused at an early age of 5. When I was 5 I found out my sister was abused, too. She was 12 at the time. The day I wrote this poem I gave it to my husband to read. He cried as he said that he never really understood the pain of the victim until that moment. This seemed to help me deal with the pain in a new way. I could finally talk about it freely with him.
- By Angielogie
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2011 with permission of the Author.
The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head

The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head

She sang about the sun
She sang about the bees
She sang about her mummy
While you parted her little knees

You promised her a puppy
Some sweeties and a doll
You promised her the world
You promised her it all

You told her she was daddy's girl
Yet you treated her so bad
You took away her smile
And the childhood she never had
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26. Returning Faith

I was the victim of domestic violence for 14 years. I am now free and a survivor. Healing takes time. Scars will always remain. Yet I am not held hostage anymore!
- By Lynette Gutwein
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011 with permission of the Author.
Victim And Survivor Of Domestic Violence Poem

You took away my innocence,
My hopes, my dreams, my youth.
You took from me my very soul.
What could have been, I never knew.

You 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!
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27. I Need It From You

When I was child, I was molested by my papaw and abused by my daddy. I never told anyone. My older sister was molested by my daddy, which was her stepfather. She got the nerve to tell on him, and I didn't tell until I was twelve.
- By Annalicia P.
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2010 with permission of the Author.
Working Through Childhood Abuse

Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do.
I need help and I need it from you.
My life is full of "ups" and "downs,"
and I need someone to lift my "frowns."

Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do.
I need help and I need it from you.
My life is full of "ups" and "downs,"
and I need someone to lift my "frowns."

So much hurt and so much pain,
sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.
All the abuse and all the molestation,
are you starting to understand all the aggravation?

Wanting to be loved and just feel like I'm needed,
am I starting to sound conceited?
My mind is always pacing, thinking of childhood days and nights,
all of its fears and all of its frights.

I just want the memories to disappear.
If I could, I probably wouldn't be drinking this beer.
Oh God, please help me, I don't know what to do.
I need help, and I need it from you!
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28. Hush Little Sister

I was abused from the age of four by my family, as was my older sister, who died from the abuse. I am now twenty-one, and this poem is what I sometimes wondered about - if she was looking down on me and helping me survive. When I was rescued at the age of twelve, I was encouraged to write down my feelings, and this poem was something I created back then. This is the first time I've shown it to anyone, and I dedicate this poem to my sister, whom I hope is at peace.
- By Yerzinia
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

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.
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29. Battered Woman

This poem is for any woman that's being abused. You can get away, but you just have to have the will to do it. I know because I have been there.
- By Edelwina Asinas
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
Finding The Courage To Leave An Abusive Relationship

Battered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.

Battered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.
The beatings hurt.
The scars ain't gone,
But sooner or later,
Your soul will be torn.
What's it going to take
For you to just leave?
One last hit or until
You can't breathe?
Battered woman,
I know what you're thinking.
It's your fault for what he's doing.
You blame yourself
Over and over again.
You ask yourself
Will this abuse ever end?
He's going to keep doing it.
It's all up to you.
You just have to gain the courage
To move on and start new.
It's not going to be easy.
Take it one day at a time.
The hurt will subside, and you'll finally have
A peace of mind.
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30. The Broken Girl

I am 27 now, but I had a horrific childhood. Everything from an alcoholic mother, a dead beat father, to step-dads molesting me and beating my mom and being cruel to my brothers. Writing was my only outlet. It was a way that made me feel I was telling someone, and to this day I still hurt a lot from my past.
- By Natasha Jordan
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009 with permission of the Author.
Poem Of Loneliness And Desolation In A Broken Home

Welcome to my broken home,
There's nobody here, I'm all alone.

The walls they scream of things once said,

Welcome to my broken home,
There's nobody here, I'm all alone.

The walls they scream of things once said,
They constantly echo in my head.

The door in front it never closes as people never stay,
The hatred and guilt always drives them away.

So welcome to my broken home; I don't have anything to offer you,
No love, no face; I'm out of place and there's not much I can do.

I sit in here and do nothing at all,
But stare at these empty walls.

It portrays the life of hurt and hate,
My destiny, my anguish, my solitaire fate.

It's like a projection screen playing a never-ending show,
It's like it's in slow motion, so painfully slow.

So run now from my broken home, keep the door open as you leave,
Because being trapped in here I still need air to breathe.

Tell now about my broken home of all things heard and said,
Because even as a woman that house still lives in my head.

That little girl trapped inside, well that little girl is me,
Even though I'm older now the horrible thoughts won't let me be.

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31. Please Don't Hurt Me

This little girl is...me. I am now 27 and I have a beautiful daughter and son. I couldn't imagine anything like this happening to my children. Because it hurts so bad and scars you forever. I have had 2 step-dads that have done wrong to me. No matter how much time passes, it always stays with you. 6/11/05
- By Natasha Jordan
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009 with permission of the Author.
Poem Of Childhood Abuse And Its Aftermath

Scared and alone a sad little girl cries herself to sleep,
No hand to hold, no one to tell, so alone at night she'd weep.

Tears falling down her nine year old face,

Scared and alone a sad little girl cries herself to sleep,
No hand to hold, no one to tell, so alone at night she'd weep.

Tears falling down her nine year old face,
she felt so unloved, she felt out of place,
She told all her secrets to her pillowcase.

See there was a man much older than she,
He was supposed to be in love and married to her mommy.

But her mom would leave and while she was out of the house,
He would sneak around quiet as a mouse.

He would find that lonely little girl,
And ruin her entire world.

And when he was through he'd look her in the eye,
And say, "If you say a word, your brothers and mom will die."

So she kept that secret through all of the years.
She spent her time crying all of the tears.

That man got away with all that he did,
Trying to make a woman out of a little kid.

She never told her mom, but one day,
Her mom read it in a journal she had hidden away.

She talked to her mom and they tried to make him pay
For all of the years he had taken away.

So that little girl answered questions day after day,
Of all the things he would do and say.

One thing after another, time after time,
She had to relive all of this in her mind.

But there wasn't enough hard evidence to make the case last,
After all of the years that had come and passed.

So the man had to register as a sex offender for a couple of years,
For making that little girl cry all of those tears.

She paid more than he did and still does to this day,
For now she has a daughter she can hardly let play.

Because what that man did scarred her like a knife,
She feels like less of a woman and feels like he stole her life.

Every once in awhile she swears she sees his face,
At a store, a station, just any place.

And it is enough to send a chill to the bone,
Will he hurt me again, will he follow me home?

After you went through misery like that,
You can never have your normal life back.

You think about it sometimes, you know he's still there,
You wonder if he will come and get you, you have to live with that fear.

Once you have been violated in such a way,
You can't help but think he'll still get you one day.

No matter how safe you are, or what anyone has said,
He could be gone from this earth, but he's forever in your head.
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32. A Father's Love

I wrote this after attending a seminar on child abuse. I was sad to learn that most of the perpetrators of child abuse are trusted and known by the child. I made a solemn promise to myself to do my very best to watch and protect my son at all times. Remember, Parents, just mind that child
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.
Promising Son To Protect Him From Child Abuse

You came to the world,
On a God blessed night.
Your limbs were all there,
Your heart beat just right.

You came to the world,
On a God blessed night.
Your limbs were all there,
Your heart beat just right.
Your sweet, precious smile,
Brought both pride and joy,
And I proudly said,
"That's my little boy".

As your proud father,
I said that I must.
Teach my precious child,
Love, honor and trust.
I had to treat you,
So tender and mild.
For I was your Dad,
And you were my child.

I knew child abuse,
Had been on the rise.
And many a child,
Had tears in their eyes.
More often than not,
The culprit was known.
So I promised you,
You'd not be alone.

For you were my son,
And I was your trust.
As your proud father,
I said that I must.
Protect my young son,
From being defiled.
And keep my eyes on,
My precious young child.

For deep down inside,
Your Dad knew for sure.
That when you grew up,
You'd want to explore.
Your innocent eyes,
Somehow wouldn't see.
How cruel and unkind,
That this world could be.

So each day I watched,
With fatherly love.
I taught you to trust,
In God up above.
I never forgot,
The first time you smiled.
Or how I promised,
To protect my child.
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33. Daddy's Doll

I wrote this poem by putting myself in the place of a young lady who shared being a victim of sexual abuse by her own father in a meeting.
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.
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.

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.
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34. The Child Within

I wrote this poem after attending a meeting that centered on dealing with issues that stemmed from growing up in an Alcoholic home. At first it hurt but in the end it was worth it.
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.
I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.

I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.

I'm supposing and I'm closing,
In on all my childhood fears.
I'm indicting and I'm inviting,
The people behind my tears.

I'm reflecting and I'm injecting,
The power of God above.
I'm unmasking and I'm asking,
Why the child was void of love.

I'm a hunting and I'm confronting,
The abusers once again.
I'm a hurting but I'm supporting,
The courage of the child within.

I'm remising and I'm dismissing,
The notion that I was no good.
I'm a fearing but I'm a sharing,
All aspects of my childhood.

I'm a feeling but I'm a dealing,
With all of my past issues,
I'm a dying and I'm a crying,
So please pass me the tissues.

I'm confiding and I'm not hiding,
From the issues I must explore.
I'm expressing and not suppressing,
The child's feelings anymore.

I'm a shrieking but I'm a seeking,
To help heal the child again.
I'm a grinning because I'm winning,
The trust of the child within.
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35. I Never Asked You To Be My Dad

As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children who are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008 with permission of the Author.
I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.
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36. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse

I'm 17 and have been sexually abused for 8 years. It's still not over it completely, and the future doesn't seem too good. So for anyone in my position, please don't feel alone because I know what it feels like. I hope that for every abused child out there everything will be okay. Just don't ever give up the fight because you've done nothing wrong. I just wish someone, somewhere, would try and understand. I know it's hard to be happy...it's the hardest thing in the world. So I wrote this poem to express how I feel. I hope you like it.

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- By Louise
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008 with permission of the Author.
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.

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.
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37. Inner Child

To the hurting child in each of us who've suffered the horrors of abuse.
- By Kate
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
Dear Jesus

Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.

Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I've been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don't look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I've been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can't be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I'm afraid that if you look there,
You'll find it dark and cold.
I'm not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won't see any tears.
I guess they've just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that's just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won't have much to say.
I've found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you'll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That's because of all the fear.
You'll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It's because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I'm so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother's womb
You created me
And I can't help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it's true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.
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38. I Can Hear Him Coming For Me

Dedicated to victims of child abuse by their fathers.
- By Debbie Lalor
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
Late at night I lie in fright
I can hear him coming for me
One hand over my mouth to keep me quite
Dear God, please let my mother see

Late at night I lie in fright
I can hear him coming for me
One hand over my mouth to keep me quite
Dear God, please let my mother see

Always trying to find the strength to keep him away
I can hear him coming for me
The stench of booze on his breath I still remember to this day
Dear God, please hear my plea

Daughter, do not speak of this or you will die
I can hear him coming for me
He warns me not to fight, don't even try
Dear God, please help set me free

Wishing I could find away to escape this abuse
I can hear him coming for me
Telling me I was special was only an excuse
Dear God, please make him let me be

Somehow I found the courage deep inside to be bold
I can hear him coming for me
Stay away from me, I warned, for I have told
Dear God, I am free at last, free to be me

Why do I feel so ashamed?
I can hear him coming for me
No Daddy, it is you that I blame
Dear God, I wonder if that little girl will ever find forgiveness, should she?
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39. Abuse

From the mouth of a woman being abused by her spouse, "I wonder if this is how my life will be from now until I die."

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- By Adri
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008 with permission of the Author.
Domestic Violence Poem

He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.

He 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.
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40. Never Forget

A poem about a mother facing the fact that her children are emotionally and physically scarred by the abuse from their father.
- By Stacy Brown
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008 with permission of the Author.
Poem From Mom To Children's Abusive Father

The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
With all of your abuse and all of your lies
For every tear that left their eyes

The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
With all of your abuse and all of your lies
For every tear that left their eyes
This anger has completely taken over me
Like a fire burning through a tree
Like the waves crashing in the sea
No more will I continue to let this be
I will not let you hurt them anymore
I made that promise to them, I swore
You have done enough to lose their trust
They now look at you with hate and disgust
You have scarred my children for the rest of their lives
I can see just how much every time I look into their eyes
Tell me how it is that you live each and every day
Knowing that you did that and made them this way
Always scared, hurt, sad, and mad
How could you ever call yourself a dad?
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Abuse Poems - Page 2

21. A Cry For Help

22. Tears, Tears Go Away

23. My Lonely Show

24. The Nightmare Of Abuse

This poem was written to get out all the emotions of what happened in my childhood. I needed to do something to make me feel like I wasn't alone anymore. I hope it helps others to realize they don't have to be alone.

25. The Little Girl Lay So Still

26. Returning Faith

I was the victim of domestic violence for 14 years. I am now free and a survivor. Healing takes time. Scars will always remain. Yet I am not held hostage anymore!

27. I Need It From You

When I was child, I was molested by my papaw and abused by my daddy. I never told anyone. My older sister was molested by my daddy, which was her stepfather. She got the nerve to tell on him, and I didn't tell until I was twelve.

28. Hush Little Sister

29. Battered Woman

This poem is for any woman that's being abused. You can get away, but you just have to have the will to do it. I know because I have been there.

30. The Broken Girl

31. Please Don't Hurt Me

32. A Father's Love

I wrote this after attending a seminar on child abuse. I was sad to learn that most of the perpetrators of child abuse are trusted and known by the child. I made a solemn promise to myself to do my very best to watch and protect my son at all times. Remember, Parents, just mind that child

33. Daddy's Doll

I wrote this poem by putting myself in the place of a young lady who shared being a victim of sexual abuse by her own father in a meeting.

34. The Child Within

I wrote this poem after attending a meeting that centered on dealing with issues that stemmed from growing up in an Alcoholic home. At first it hurt but in the end it was worth it.

35. I Never Asked You To Be My Dad

As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children who are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.

36. No Way Out From Sexual Abuse

37. Inner Child

To the hurting child in each of us who've suffered the horrors of abuse.

38. I Can Hear Him Coming For Me

Dedicated to victims of child abuse by their fathers.

39. Abuse

From the mouth of a woman being abused by her spouse, "I wonder if this is how my life will be from now until I die."

40. Never Forget

A poem about a mother facing the fact that her children are emotionally and physically scarred by the abuse from their father.