MR.apocalypse

Pain for one please

as I look at my wrist at the pain I once had

the belt the beating from both mom and dad

then I became numb did not want to feel

my sleep-deprived self didn't know what was real

my last hope was that they would bring me in

so I went into the closet and I pulled out a pin

I stabbed it in then with force I pulled it back

next thing i know it all went black

they looked at my wrist and my legs and arms

and they could see the ways I've been harmed

I got taken away was finally free

free without a family

  • Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 23rd, 2022 12:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: I need no words to explain
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • blue orchid

    I'm really sorry this happened to you, I also was abused,not to that extent but have had my share of beatings, you will come out of this strong and happy, it might not feel like it now but in time you will, message me if you ever need to talk to somebody ok

    • MR.apocalypse

      Thanks I'm in a better place now but if I do I will
      Poet Mr.Apocalypse

      • blue orchid

        That's good to hear, if you ever want to talk,or vent, I'm here



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