I don't wear long sleeves
I don't wear high collars
My skin isn't black and blue
My bones aren't broken
I don't claim to be clumsy
I don't lie about bruises
Your fist doesn't scare me
Your arm seems weak
You don't come home drunk
You don't push me around
My friends all adore you
My parents call you ''son''
Everything looks perfect
Everything is a lie
You can't see my bruises
For they can't be seen
I've never been hit
But there's more to abuse
My bones aren't broken
But bones heal
You lie to me
You say you love me
I'm a fool to believe
I'm a fool
I'm not in critical condition
But I'm dying inside
You're killing me slowly
Killing my soul
You lie to me
And it's killing me
There's more to abuse
Than bruises and cuts
There's worse
Author notes
For a contest, Neon.
And I wrote this poem for someone close to me who has been emotionally and mentally abused for 20 years. If you think physical abuse is the worst thing out there, think again. You might be able to see physical abuse, but emotional abuse lasts much longer.
A contest entry
- Second Annual April is Abuse Awearness Month. by FallenFromGrace1102.
1000 points, ended May 10, 51 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends by Jai Guru Deva.
1600 points, ended May 15, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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powerful write, i really liked the lines:
"I'm not in critical condition
But I'm dying inside"
This was a strong write, I wish you the best of luck in my contest and thank you for entering this piece.
*~*bee*~*
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