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AbuseHer fragile body clings to the wall for support. His harsh beatings rain down on her body continuously. A scream elicits from her mouth after each punch. Each one muffled by the large, unscaleable walls of this dreaded place. All of his beatings break her inside. Slowly. Her body adjusting to the constant pain. Pale skin, covered in dark bruises. Some old, some new. Each one a reminder. Each one brings forth painful memories. Ones she wished were just nightmares. Silently he mocks her with each beating. But every time he opens his mouth, his words are as horrific as the beatings. Once he grows bored, he leaves her there to suffer. But before

Child AbuseChild Abuse

There's a girl I knew,
A really beautiful girl,
With dirty blond hair,

A really young girl,
This girl was seven years old,
She had a sad tale,

She told me the tale,
The hour before she died,
That she was abused,

Her mother got drunk,
The girl hid under the bed,
Her dad got shot,

She heard a gun CRACK,
And a loud THUNK on the ground,
And saw bright blood,

Her mom went crazy,
The mother killed her true love,
And blamed the poor girl,

The girl was punished,
For no actual reason,
And was left with scars,

Her mom got worse,
And gave the girl more bruises,
And fresher black eyes,

After she told me,
I raced to m

Abuse     I just want a kind touch
     A gentle word or praise
     I look to you with hopeful eyes
     But you just look away
I don't understand it
Did I do something wrong?
I'm sorry
Please stop hitting me
I only want...
But you don't care
        You never listen to my words
        You only hurt me more
        Maybe I should fight back
        Let you know how it feels
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AbusePeople ask what you do
But I wont say a thing
You said I must keep my silence
As long as I wear your ring.

I deserved you to hurt me
But you don't need your fist
Next time I'll do it myself
A razor to my wrist

It's hard for me to think.
Inside I'm all confused
People say that you're bad
But it's me. I'm bad. I'm bruised.

It's not abuse
You just get a bit out of hand
It's okay really. I won't tell.
I understand.

AbuseAccording to you I don't even exist
Unless your assisted by your fist
Another blow I'm down for a while
But you just stand there and manage a smile
Frozen in fear, I can't help but stay
But because of this fear I have to pay
Your foot to my side again and again
Now I just pray that this time it's the end
You pick up a bat that was set by the door
Pound it in my back which feels far more
Worse than your fists going into my wounds
I just stay real tight, it'll be over soon
In a drunken rage you finally say
"That's what happens when you get in my way"

Stop Child AbuseGirl
My Name is Sammy,
And I am 3,
I sit all alone just to talk to my teddy,
Asking him why my mommy won't hug,
He never answers but i wish he did,
Maybe then i could live with him,
Oh no daddy is home,
I try to hide under my cloak,
I here a clash and curse of words,
Daddy screams for me,
I cannot answer,
He sees me and hits me
Asking why I am so scared,
I scream "I'm sorry",
He must not heard,
Cause now he is screaming at me more,
I fear for my life as i'm thrown on the floor,
He hits me and beats me again and again,
I pray to god to please let it end,
As i lay there motionless on the floor,
My eyes are swollen,
My legs

Help Me...-Child Abuse-Help me please
I didn't meant to
For whatever I did

My mommy came home one night
And called my name
She smelled like cigars and smoke
Her hair smelled like alcohal
And she couldn't stand straight

When I came down
She had a bottle that said B.E.E.R
I asked "etal emoh emac uoy d'yhw"
But she just threw the bottle at me
It shaddered into pieces
Sticking to me
One by One

It was so slow
I wished it could go faster
The pain didn't hurt
But the words that she spoke

She dragged me to a hidden closet
It got nails all over
But we never used this closet
Until now
It took all my breath
Just to say "?ereh ew era yhW"
She just sa

Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?

Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.

Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.

Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.

Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.

Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.

Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,

Atonement but can we just think for one moment…

That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.

To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.

Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.

And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.

But all these fa

Child AbuseMy name is sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try

Final EscapeI keep promising what I can't give.
I keep saying what I don't believe.
I keep pretending that I want to live.
I keep on trying but I'll never succeed.

Every night gets a little bit colder.
(Now that no one's by my side!)
And every day I get so much older.

Impulsive SpontaneityImpulsive Spontaneity.

Sometimes I have these random thoughts.

To live in the moment and don't care if I get caught.

Act out the first thing that comes to my mind.

And for no one to label me as out of my mind.

Just do something spontaneous like…

Reattach my umbilical chord.
Devour a yoghurt with a medieval sword.

Play basket ball with a vegetable.
Explain to my doctor that his handwriting is legible.

Put a goldfish in my washing machine.
Break down in a gum clinic and cause a dramatic scene.

Confess my love to an actual feathery bird.
Raise my hand in an important meeting and not say a word.

Pour a bag of self raising flowe

PrideAs my eyes explore the sky,

I wonder how it is you lie.

In such a masterpiece the world complies,

I wonder if you've ever smiled.

For merely hate falls from your lips,

Disgusting dark vile is all that drips.

Hate and happiness cannot coexist,

Not even in the delusions you twist.

So why can't you just let things be,

The world won't live by your decree.

When all you do is throw a fit,

No wonder filth is all you emit.

I'll keep my minds fixed in the clouds,

I'll carry on smiling proud.

Maybe one day you'll grow bored,

Finding your actions go on ignored.

And if they catch an ounce of attention,

You'll only be met by pure dissensi

Magic Little LandIn a magic little place called fucked up land
Where it rains cocaine
And the fall is made of pills
You can walk on water
And dance in the clouds
Your always happy
In your untouchable clowd
The flowers sing
And the trees dance along
Splifs grow off trees
Air an intoxicating mixture of drugs
Where the river is vodak
And you can drink untill you cant think
In a magical little place called fucked up land

The Looking GlassShe stands in front of the looking glass
and sees what isn't there:
she sees her stomach, swollen with food
it's almost more than she can bear.

Her skin looks stretched from her last binge
so she whips herself around.
Her long slender fingers are shoved down her throat
as she brings her knees to the ground.

But while she's holding her hair from her face
and crying about her weight
her half-starved body screams for food--
which she ignores in her self-hate.

Her skin's pulled taut over a skeletal frame,
her hair has lost its shine.
But that's okay if she's okay--
now she's thinner than a line.

But the girl trapped within the loo

No Longer Lost!Impossibly lost, where am I?
Panic sets in, tears in eye
Where is this place so full of fear?
Daylight is fading no people here.

Footsteps echo, shadows fall
Alone and lost not brave at all
Trembling limbs suddenly weak
Heart is thudding, rising beat.

What is that sound I think I hear?
Choir is singing somewhere near
Follow sound it will surely guide
To place of safety, no need to hide.

Wooden church appears in dark
Glorious voice sings like lark
Realization I am finally found
Music soothes, then surrounds.

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I liked him,
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I was stupid,

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sadness,
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The darkness taking over, again.

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Child Abuse

by ~temarifan111, Oct 27, 2009, 11:30:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Daddy left for the bar,
Stealing away the the car,
Soon Mama put me to bed,
And kissed me on the head,
Daddy was still not home,
He left us all alone,

Daddy came home just after four,
Mama was angrier then ever before,
Daddy was so mad and drunk he left the house,
I listened in bed as quiet as a mouse,

Daddy wasn't home for breakfast,
And when lunch time came at last,
Daddy didnt show up,
Mama was quiet, sipping at a cup,

Daddy came home tonight,
His eyes looked out of sight,
Mama pushed him away with all her might,
Daddy looked past the light,

Daddy took mama to the bedroom,
She screamed and there was a big boom,
Daddy walked out of the bedroom very tall,
I shrieked and ran down the hall,

Daddy caught me, I felt small,
Then he threw me against the wall,
He hit me and punched me,
My eyes hurt so bad I couldnt see,
Daddy stopped.

My name is Katie,
I am three,
And on this night my Daddy murdered me.

Child Abuseby ~temarifan111

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

As you got from reading the poem its about child abuse, which is horrible. Its sopposed to be in more of a kid view but it goes for both. Its not the best but it gets the point out please comment!

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