the only thing you ever gave me were black and blue eyes
and it always ended in me letting out cries
you would come home angry and scream in my face
and waste no time showing me i was a disgrace
and always threatened me said not to tell
but everyone knew i was going through hell
why should i have to pay for your crime
why should i have to take the time
to cover up the scars ane emotions you left for me
when the teachers and doctors knew i was leaning out with my plea for safety
i will never for get how you came home at night
and the only emotion i felt was pure fright
now that your gone for good
i can say that i never quite understood
what i did wrong for you to do that to me
but now your gone and i am free
and it always ended in me letting out cries
you would come home angry and scream in my face
and waste no time showing me i was a disgrace
and always threatened me said not to tell
but everyone knew i was going through hell
why should i have to pay for your crime
why should i have to take the time
to cover up the scars ane emotions you left for me
when the teachers and doctors knew i was leaning out with my plea for safety
i will never for get how you came home at night
and the only emotion i felt was pure fright
now that your gone for good
i can say that i never quite understood
what i did wrong for you to do that to me
but now your gone and i am free
I found another poem I will continue to put poems of child abuse here.
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For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten cild, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her/his home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
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Sad poem I hate Child abuse espically since it took my friend away.
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For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten cild, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her/his home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
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Sad poem I hate Child abuse espically since it took my friend away.
Hey everyone. I thought of this when I was dwelling in the past. Tell me what you think
Day after day I live in this living hell.
Keeping quiet of what happens behind closed doors.
Behind closed doors I am my Parents stress reliever.
Behind closed doors I am their punching bag.
Behind closed doors the pain never fades.
Behind closed doors the screams never silence.
Because behind closed doors nothing is ever the same.
It was hard to write because I was thinking about the past but I did it anyway. Please stop child abuse because Behind closed doors you never know what is happening
Day after day I live in this living hell.
Keeping quiet of what happens behind closed doors.
Behind closed doors I am my Parents stress reliever.
Behind closed doors I am their punching bag.
Behind closed doors the pain never fades.
Behind closed doors the screams never silence.
Because behind closed doors nothing is ever the same.
It was hard to write because I was thinking about the past but I did it anyway. Please stop child abuse because Behind closed doors you never know what is happening