Your words tear my soul,
making me feel sad and worthless.
Why do you act like such a fool?
Punching me in the halls, making a mess?
My tears pool around me behind closed doors,
Bruises I never had turn purple in the dimming light,
My arms and legs are covered in sores,
My memory floods with fright.
My mother does not care,
For she does the same at home.
A gruesome enjoyment to my pain, you share.
I call Child Services, and they help some but I'll never heal from the things you've done.
Why do you not care about the pain you've caused?
Making me cry tears of worthlessness?
You never felt the need to pause,
Or apologize to prove your shamelessness.
My eyes can no longer cry,
They're tears are all dry,
From the abuse you burden me with,
And a heart I try to stitch.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Stop This Pain
PoesiaThis a group of poems and stories I wrote to emphasize the severity of the numbers of abusers in this world we live in. This idea is not my own, I believed that Arkain's 'Stand Up Against Child Abuse' story group was very touching, so I decided to c...
