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
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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
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
Thanks I'm in a better place now but if I do I will
Poet Mr.Apocalypse
That's good to hear, if you ever want to talk,or vent, I'm here
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