Sexual Abuse:

TEARS COMING FROM MY EYES
BECAUSE IM WATCHING RAPE AND MOLESTATION BEFORE MY EYES
ALL I COULD DO IS CRY HE'S RUSTY HAND RUBBING MY THIGHS
POP GOES MY CHERRY
HE STOLEN MY VIRGINITY
I WANT TO PUSH OFF OF ME
BUT ITS JUST NOT EASY
THIS BIG UGLY MAN DONT CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE AS LONG AS HE IS SATISFIED

 The Cut:

There is a lot of violence,
As i sit and suffer in silence.
One cut leads to many more,
And soon my skin becomes all torn.
I watch my blood drip-
Then I put my hand to my lip,
Just to make sure I don't scream-
Wondering if this is all just a dream.
But I realize it's not,
As this battle inside is fought.
This pain is so real,
And as sad as I feel,
I wish my heart would just heal.
But it won't...
Just too many damn times it's been broke.
So the consequence is this,
And that is...
The cut of my wrist.

i am not like this no more in the poem the cut...i use to be...but not no more...

 The Writting on the Wall:

I sit here all alone,
holding in all I have to say.
Can't someone see me crying here?
I cry here everyday.
I want to shout out why;
why I sit here and I cry.
But if someone gets to know the real me
they will leave me and just go on by
I 'm crying from the pain,
the love and the hunger.
If you're wondering why I'm feeling this,
you'll just have to continue to wonder.
To me it seems so clear;
I feel it's written on my face.
You try to read me,
but your guesses are so far out in space.
I try to get to the light,
but I still can't get out of the hall.
Can't you see me dying here?
The writing's written on the wall.

Scarred:

I'm broken, cut, and bleeding,
On the inside of my heart.
All because of what you done
It really tore me apart.

I try to move on ,
I try to get on with my life,
But it seems no matter what I do, I think of you,
And it makes me want to cry.

What you did was very wrong,
It shocked me in the worst possible way.
You being the person you were never would have done the things you did,
Or would have said the things you did say.

It seems so unbelievable,
That you could betray me like this.
I trusted you so much,
You gave me so much happiness and bliss.

My cuts will heal eventually,
They will turn into ugly scars.
All except a few that were left by you,
And they will stay forever on my heart.

this poem above was very hard for me to post...i wrote it when i was 13 years old...only a few people know about this...Mandy and Dottie plz dont say nothing about it out loud in here...

Kristen

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Andre...
Jun. 8, 2008 at 5:33 PM Those are very deep poems.  I hope writing them helped you heal, even a little....

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