This is kinda a letter, poem to my dad, but I dont have the courage to give him it. He has in the past told me that he dont want any off my so called weeping or words on how he made me feel. because he told me i deserved it so..... To daddy Hurting and pain this seems to be my only game Winning and losing its all the same it ends with a tear and a storm of sorrow rain Causes are few, You do know this dont you? Hitting me silently screaming bad words taking off my clothes, pretending im the best tells me how pretty it is the hurting never ends "youre beautiful" you sais your story never ends Hitting me, raping me, you act like its a right did you forget me in the middle off your act? did i ever mean a thing for you? or was i just a playing toy u could use? you came with every kind off excuse only to let me be used.
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Innocence
She is so happy,
all innocent
at least it is what you would think
smiling
pretending
hoping
dreaming
Laying in bed , wishing for a
peacfull night
it turned out to be that horrible one
silent
crying
disapear
praying
trying to forget
to pretend he did not hurt her
pretend to be innocent
Innocence
gone
hope
failed
She is nothing anymore
a fading image
a slowly dying object
for him to play with. We had a task at school, to write a poem, the poem had to be name Innocence. this is the poem I wrote.. what we dident know is that we had to send it to the person next to us on the class list.. so this poem was never showed.. I made another one.. this is the poem I wrote instead, this poem that my class though was really good. Im sorry it became so long. Thanks for reading and commenting. Innocence
Full of life smiling towards you trusting you
the little child so innocent so pure
what could she know of death? Off your lies? Off how life ended?
her smile is gone she cried she died
Moaning in bed God sent an angel to her waiting in heaven above
Smiling is back and finally to playing she do!
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Suicide suicide, suicide why cant you just go away? you bothering me, you bothering me, each and everyday you pretend to be my friend, whisper nice things in my ear. promise to end my living hell pretend you will always be there. Promise me that things will go away, if i just put my life away. Sometimes I believe, sometimes im not convinced. Im in thst period of beliveing you. So please protect me dear. (suicide)
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Pain Cutting and cutting, the pain must come out! But cutting does not work anymore! What can be done? The blood floating like a river, the thoughts gone, pushed away. The razorblade, bloddy. Not sharp enough anymore. The truth was told, people know. But nobody does anything with it. Im not worth it. So theres only one way out!
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Abuse She sits in the corner, silence as a mouse. She tries to forget, forget what her daddy did to her last night. It`s hurting her, to think about the things he have done, Cuz it`s really bad things. But she can`t tell it to anyone. Her innocence is stolen, and she got bruises she must hide. She can`t be blames those times, she wish to die! But instead she is, so she tries to hide!
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Stop! Stop, she said, and her daddy beated her everywere. She clinged to her teddy bear, the only one who always cared. Her daddy beated her one last time, she took her last breath of air. before she finally disapeared. What did she do to deserve it?
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My daddies lawyer, my thoughts! He really does everything to make my daddy look innocent! What about my innocence?! His lawyer did not see my bruises, or when I was bleeding! He never felt my pain, or see my silen cries! and he never felt like dying!!! But he know for a fact all of these things happened! Because the police told him! So why does he try to make my father innocent?
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My pain
If you have not gone trough this, you wont understand! The pain I feel everyday, not just the physical, but the emotionally is then thousand times worse! If I cut myself he wont hurt me again, because I will be ugly! If I make myself fat or starves myself into a tiny skeleton, he wont hurt me again, because then I will be ugly! My pain you cant see just by looking at me! My pain you cant just feel, this pain will never go away! My pain is there 24/7, an invisible pain, a pain that wont stop! A paint you cant find or do to yourself! My pain is like a knife digged into youre heart, and its about to kill you, but instead it keeps you just enough alive to torture you! I cried, I hurt myself, I prayed for it to stop! But it has not stopped yet! God has not stopped it yet! But he saved me, saved my life! Why couldnt he just let me die?
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Do you see us and feel our pain? Do you see us, and feel our pain, when our tears run silent like the rain. They say so many so many awfull words, and beat us to were almost dead. They cals it a mistake, and that they dident mean to make us so scared. But that is all a lay. They dont stop after the first, second or third time. You could have make it stop! Why dident you?
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The girl within me You could see she had been crying, because her eyes were all wet and red. Why did she cry, for how long? Nobody will ever find out! Because she is hanging her now. Dead and alone. She was never alone, she did not know that or she wouldnt believe it. Hope she will finf peace were ever she is now. Hope she will will understand that she was our friend! She will never laugh again. Because now she cant make a sound. I wil always remember, ALWAYS. The girl inside me is maybe dead. But I wil always remeber, ALWAYS. I want ti die too, so that I wont remember. NEVER!
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The girl
She is cold and alone, and she dont know whats going on. A secret to keep, but it makes her not sleep. Bleeding and pain, this is her vain. She makes up excuses, and think she is one of the losers. Pain in, pain out, she douts there is a way out. This is the truth about the girl, you though you knew.
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Another poem by me. MY SO CALLED DADDY My daddy lived with me, we had a secret together, a really big one. But the secret made me feel bad, so did my daddy. He would do things with me that made me feel bad. I really dident like it when he came up in my room at night, layed down in my bed and told me I was his special little princess. I dident want to be his special little princess. Because the special princesses had to do what daddy told them to. And the things hurted me, they made me feel ashamed. When he had done the things with me, he said that it had to be our little secret, noone should ever find out about it. I had to not tell, because then I would get marks on my body, marks that would hurt and stay for awhile, then they would disapear, and the secret would still be a secret. My daddy hurt me, he said he did it because he loved me, because I was bad, because I deserved it, because everyone did it, in the end he hurt me with no excuse, and I stopped asking why. He was my daddy, my so called daddy. Now I know that it was not my fault, it was his.
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Hello everyone, this is a poem that is very close to my life, I wrote it 2 weeks ago. Wishing it were shadows I look down at my body and see what is first to look like shadows, but it is not. In fact its the marks my daddy left last night, maybe it was and accident. I believe so, and hope so. What must I do to make him love me? All I want is him to love me. In the meantime I give my body away, because I hate it. Will rather that someone else have it. Everyone else seems to love my body, specaly the men does. Wished it were only shadows I see on my arm, because then it wouldnt hurt so much, then it would mean that daddy loved me. Wouldnt it? I hope my body one time will feel like its mine again Hope I never have to hurt it again. Because I can tlive much longer if I dont start to love myself.
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Ive found another poem that ive decidet to share here. This poem I wrote when I were 12. The child She is a child, he is her dad. She is a sad child. he is a mad dad. She is a scared child, he is a scary dad. She is a silent child, he is a treathening dad. She is an innocent child, He`s no longer innocent She is a child, He is a monster. She is a child, he is her dad. She is a sad child, he is a bad dad. She is a scared child, he is a scary dad. She is an faithfull child, he is an unfaithfull dad. She is a sexual abused child, he is a sexual child abuser. She is a child, he is her dad. She is a happy child, he is a happy dad. She is a sad child, he is a mad dad. She is a grown up child, he is a childish dad. She is a dead child. He is a killer.
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I wrote this poem when i were 14 years old, and its abt me and my daddy. Coulered skin Ive got colars in my skin. The colars are not brown, white or yellow, but purple, blue and black. The colars are not always there, when they aren`t I have been good! When the colars are there I have been bad! When the colars are there I must not cry, then my teacher will call home and ask why. Then the colars will cover a bigger place!
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