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Tag: abused
Old Friend, poem by MwsR
My sadness comes calling like an old friend
Brain and heart disheartened
Pulling me in towards those locked away feelings
A spin off of my nightmares versus my hopes and dreams
More than not, burdens of my feelings weight me down
Abuse was not my doing or liking
Then why must it be a part of me still?
Why must it encroach on my space and spread over my face?
No makeup can cover all this
I want to put these emotions out to pasture
Never to bring them back home again.
Let them die out in a field of clover.
Sprinkled with the piles of crap from those ”animals”
My life should mean more
Than this abuse, I implore.
Sadness, remembering, and a lot of hurt feelings
Chased by a strong cup of forgiveness pie.
Ugh.
I am to mean more than an abused one
I want to be more.
When I look in the mirror, I am more.
Abused, survivor, and strong
Now, that’s how I am
Who I am and was,
All along.
Silent Prison, poem(about abuse)
Shouldn’t hurt to be a kid
Why have to pay for the things he did
Shattered is only part of it
Separated and torn, not fit
Despised for an act they are not guilty for
Never able to forget what happened behind that door
In secret, they fight the pain
In secret, she slowly turned insane
Why no one believed
Because to believe her they had to had seen
They don’t know what it took to tell
She was a prisoner, in her silent hell
Though more a prisoner to others disbelief
One day, just one day, she hopes for relief.
MwsR
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