Tears fall down her face,
the words searing into her heart,
un-seen scars and wounds rip open
ushering pain and blood
where they shouldn't be.
Enough abuse, enough hate,
enough fear...
not enough love...
is this a family?
Is this really MY family??
Pray that it's not,
plead that it's not...
but it is...
Maybe physical abuse isn't the worst...
you can prove physical abuse...
you can't prove emotional abuse...
can you?
Those scars don't heal,
you'll always wonder why you weren't good enough
why she couldn't love you
the way a mother should...
And the pain will bring tears of blood
down your arms,
the pain will land you in a mental hospital...
and you wish it wasn't real...
you wish it was just a nightmare,
but you know it's not.
So you jump around,
from boyfriend to boyfriend,
from cutting to anorexia
to cutting to attempted suicide...
And you just want to get better.
There's no medicine for this abuse,
and sometimes...
you know that as much as you hate it,
you just couldn't hold on.
Author notes
My parents are abusive...my whole family is. Just not the typical abuse, it's sooo much worse than that. I have issues...read XxSephirothxX's newest poem...new as of tonight that is and you'll know where the inspiration came from. So much for emotional distance...I have no protection now, God help me.
Written June 14th, 2006
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You're strong, you can get through this. I know you can. I'll be with you all the way. We'll help each other out and get through this. Together.
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this was a really well written poem. I like how the feelings came out to me right from the beginning and stayed constantly throughhout the poem to the very last line. Very nice
-Heather
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