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Hate Me

I can hurt you
I can play with your fragile little mind

Hide and Seek

Look for the answers and what do you get?
Abuse

String around your fingers,
You'll rock your night away
with me
alone.

No-one can hear your screams darling
I'm real and I'm here
Nightmares never seemed so sweet
as I wait for you on your bed.

Don't say you hate me honey,
I love you
So much that I could kill you

Don't make it that way
I'm here baby, I'm here to stay.

Author notes

This poem is inspired by the song title 'Hate Me' and is basically about child abuse.

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  • myrataal silver member
    October 24, 2008

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    Precious Poetess ...

    How harsh the reality of child abuse is, and how raw your words jolted on this screen! I simply felt the agony caused by violation in this poem. My hope and passion are to help heal as many souls in this world before I pass on.

    There is nothing good in child abuse, yet, allow me a BUT: as ANY other suffering, this devastated act at least brings understanding to the pain others suffer. Yet, the irony IS: often those abused, cannot break the cycle and abuse others too, by hurting themselves OR others. THIS is the cycle we MUST break!

    Would you please assist me in doing so? Would you please write poetry of showing love to those abused, to help them to turn away from the sorrow done to them, and to reach OUT to others in pain? Thank you, Love.

    I feel so strongly about this, for one of my own children was abused by a family friend and an advocate. The one who must have PROTECTED our family, because he was a so-called FRIEND, and who must be protect also the LAW against lies, because he is an ADVOCATE, ripped us lives apart, destroyed my marriage, sent the father of my children to an early grave ... left a family of seven without a cent on their names because of futile Law cases ...

    But you know what? My child has the love and support of us all! He is a beautiful young man, gentle and sincere, quiet and grateful for his life on earth. I pray with ALL of me that the abuser will come to closure about his problem before he dies and goes to hell, for that is where he is going if he does not repent. God does NOT forgive sins done if there is NO repentance! He also needs ask my child, and our family for our forgiveness. He would perhaps be surprised to learn that we will give that if asked, for God forgave US when WE ask ...

    Much love to you. Thank you for reading my Paper Rainbows. Thank you for the privilege to read your poem. Please write Light!

    Take care.
    Myra