My wrist are bloody
My mind is sore
My stupid Father
He calls me “whore”
My throat is slashed out
My eyes do bleed
My ignorant Mother
I do not need
They both have hit me
They call me things
They rip my heart out
Sweet sorrow sings
I have a memory
I have no soul
I see them fighting
It takes it’s toll
I hate my father
Now that is clear
He hit my mother
I live in fear
They still are breathing
I wish they weren’t
They see me standing
And then assert
They lash my throat out
With vicious claws
They bash my head in
They break the laws
They keep on pulling
I grab for a tree
O'please lord save me
Or death it will be
My hands they are shaking
Tears leaking down
The rain it is falling
But I can’t look around
In fear I am paralyzed
But I still feel the sting
He’s beating my ears in
I hear all these rings
O’God listen closely
Can you hear my cries
A child in abuse
A child that hides
Her smiles aren’t the real thing
They are but happy lies
Her laughter is a sweet thing
But she wishes suicide
But murder is the right word
For all who do know
For the parents of this daughter
Have made her go
My mind is sore
My stupid Father
He calls me “whore”
My throat is slashed out
My eyes do bleed
My ignorant Mother
I do not need
They both have hit me
They call me things
They rip my heart out
Sweet sorrow sings
I have a memory
I have no soul
I see them fighting
It takes it’s toll
I hate my father
Now that is clear
He hit my mother
I live in fear
They still are breathing
I wish they weren’t
They see me standing
And then assert
They lash my throat out
With vicious claws
They bash my head in
They break the laws
They keep on pulling
I grab for a tree
O'please lord save me
Or death it will be
My hands they are shaking
Tears leaking down
The rain it is falling
But I can’t look around
In fear I am paralyzed
But I still feel the sting
He’s beating my ears in
I hear all these rings
O’God listen closely
Can you hear my cries
A child in abuse
A child that hides
Her smiles aren’t the real thing
They are but happy lies
Her laughter is a sweet thing
But she wishes suicide
But murder is the right word
For all who do know
For the parents of this daughter
Have made her go
Author notes
Tis my story!
A contest entry
- Give Me Something Amazing by So Strange.
950 points, ended September 25, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - [Pain] by whiterabbit..
360 points, ended October 14, 2007, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - "The Artist's Muse Can Be Demonic" by Auburn Sunrise.
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Comments
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this is so well put. i felt your pain. thank you for this. its exactly what i needed right now.

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aww are you okay?
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i love this poem. you expressed your pain so well. ive never been able 2 write about my abuse even now and so i really admire the people that can write about it. i find it harder to write about it than talk about it - even tho i am a poet
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aww im sorry its happened to you as well *hugs*
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thnx. im sorry 4 u 2

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I am enthralled by this. I love it and understand it. Thank you
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I am so sorry............................
from a girl who has been abused by a past relationship..not my parents but a relationship ..... i understand where you are coming from.....
you love them but are also hurt so much by them......
thank you so much for entering such a wonderful piece into my contest!!!!!!
good luck and much love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
This touches me deep inside. It is so hard to gain trust back after things like this have happened, and to value them in the same way. It kind of destroys that bond you once had... You wonder why they had to go so far... And hate yourself for, in the end, almost doing the same.


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first, let me say that
I am terribly sorry for your situation.
In some ways, I can relate. My parents argued incessantly my entire life, usually pulling me into the argument or even arguing their side when the other wasn't around. It's more than any child or adolescent should have to deal with. Now, I'm not saying all my problems are my parents' fault. They were wonderful parents, always have been, so let me make that clear.
I can't judge your parents because I don't know them or the entire story, but I do know that it isn't right for you to feel this way.
I'm sorry.
You have a nice simplistic style with this piece. I stumbled over a few lines that really detracted from teh overall flow, but otherwise, I found it very appealing - an excellent piece to read aloud.
"They brake the laws" should be "They break the laws".
I really keep getting caught up on "Please keep me from both them".... I think if that were re-worded, perhaps something along the lines of "please hide me from them" that fit into the rhythm better, it would drastically improve the poem.
Well done.
Thank you for entering.
More importantly, get help. Your life is your own, and it is in your own hands...

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thank you for pointing that out, i've changed it, and i hope you like it better now!
yeah it's very hard, and no we can't blame them for everything, even though it usually ties bck to them
my parents are awful, they abuse me and so on, and right not i'm in alot of trouble cause i went to cuttin because of all the awful things, and now my mom knows cause my supposed friends told the consuler and the consuler called home, and i'm in even more shit....sigh =[
hopefully things will get better, and it was a pleasure entering your contest, best of luck judging!
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I understand the urge to cut...
and that helpless, trapped feeling that you get with parents (or even with spouses, as you'll learn one day).
I'm 22 (23 in 12 days) and I'm still afraid my parents will find things out, I'm still afraid of disappointing them. I still feel like a child being scolded when my husband talks to me about my mental issues.
Cutting, though not at all safe, healthy, or condonable - is a release. Sometimes it is the lesser of many evils, and is necessary. But I urge you to find a healthier way to release those feelings. Writing is great. Painting as well. Anything creative and artistic would be much more constructive than carving scars onto your body. Remember, your body is a masterpiece of art itself - would you take scissors to your best poems or slash your best painting?
I am not judging youf or it, remember, I have also resorted to cutting (quite recently in fact - in the past month). So I have every right to tell you these things.
I'm sorry your parents abuse you. I know it must be very difficult to try to find something positive out of that terrible and unfair situation - but try to look at it this way: if your parents hadn't treated you the way they have, if you hadn't grown up in that environment - how different would you be? Would you be the deep thinking, sensitive poet that you are? Would you be as creative as you are? Chances are, your terrible misfortunes have somehow helped make you stronger and shaped you into the wonderful person you are - a talented young woman who will one day rise above all this.
If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to send me a message or email me.
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yeah!
hmm well i have a keen intrest in psycology, so it's kinda funny when they are talking to me , that is the consulers, because i already know everything, lol
Yeah writting is normally my escape, but it seems lately it hasn't been enough...but your write cutting is not a good or anything else situation, so i do need to stop, and i am trying, but right now i feel so betrayed by my friends emma and stephanie =[
Yeah i know, thats what i'm always thinking, if it wasn't for all the pain and suffering i proably won't write so deep, or whatever....so in some ways i thank them, but is it really worth getting hit and beat over, because my parents hate my writting too, they threw soo many poems away this summer when i was gone, and i'll never get them back =[
but thinking that they are what causes my writting, is a good way to see an optomistic end later to look back at, or to help you think it's not as bad as it seems!
thanks alot
so what happened to you, to make you want to hurt yourself, or hurt yourself????
stephanie
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No one should have to deal with this. it's so sad. Parents should help their children, not hurt them. It's sad when you realize how often these things happen. Thanks for your entry.
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Wow.. This really touched me. Its nice to see how others feel in the same situation as you, to see how they can relate. Im very happy and appreciative that you submited this poem to AP. I loved it. Everything about it was just filled with the pain you feel or have felt. I love reading poems that come from the heart. If you ever need to talk I'm here. Thanx for posting.


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Wow ya know what I feel exactly the same... I love this poem... Great imagery great rhythm great everything just spectacular
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Noone should have to cope with these things. Parents shouldnt take out their problems on their kids. but sadly in this world thigns like that happen. Anyway great rhythm and flow and great rhyme in the beginning


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