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Psychological Abuse

tmoj
Twisted Dreamer
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Write a poem about psychological abuse

SatInUGal
Kumar
Dangerous Mind
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Jomamma97
Frank Statile
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United States
Joined 13th Jan 2019
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Behearted

All I could see was destruction.
The hole you left in my heart, gaping.
Was this idea of your construction?
To add desolation with no hope of escaping.

You claim to have lost your love for a while.
If that is true, then why did you remain?
Was you leaving me for another an example of your guile?
After all this was not the first time you hurt another for your personal gain.

You have left, but your memory will stay.
Your image forever engraved into my brain.
How I wish your presence upon my mind would go away.
After all your memory is nothing more than a stain.

You tugged and you tugged, on my heart with a string.
You should have know it takes more to de throne a king.
Written by Jomamma97 (Frank Statile)
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MotDi
ConcubinaSumisa
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 10th July 2016
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Circumstantial©

That eureka moment when you realize your existence lies in the lust of man.
I find my purpose in that of SPREAD LEG.
I give away my being as easy as common courteously only to end up CONVENIENT pussy.
I guess his penis inside of me makes me whole.
Makes me SIGNIFICANT.
OTHER.
But still somebody.
Maybe no Jesse Jackson but I am something to somebody.
Rather that, than empty.
I’m filled.
Even if it is with semen.
Even if I am labeled as a whore. and marked with scarlet letter.
I get whatever side of dirty nasty stinky filthy love I can get because it is all that has been offered to me.
If any ever offered at all.
And all I have left to show for it is this beaten up pussy to remind me of my failed attempts to find life’s meaning in another because I wasn't brave enough to seek it within myself.
If only they knew that I wasn’t doing it for the nut but to fill my voids and numb my already swollen pains.
I’ve risked my only key to getting into to heaven on faith in HE.
I've sacrificed my own flesh, God’s gift to me 'life' and I choose to give it away so recklessly because I believe that maybe one day something good is going come out of all this...
FUCKING AND SUCKING AND SWALLOWING AND LOYALTY, HONESTY and NO QUESTIONS ASKED IMA DO BEFORE IT HITS YOUR LIPS BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO NEED ME AS MUCH AS I NEED LOVE!
SO I LAY LOOSELY AND TAKE ALL THAT YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME.
NO!
I ACCEPT IT.
EVEN THE BAD.
and barely find the time to get to know who's body I'm stuck in.
I don’t know ME.
I desire to be with a woman to experience only what I myself could not amount to.
I long to taste the inside of SHE what no one showed me how to be and what I could never be on my own her perfect is delicious and that’s joy in my world.

Sylvia Perry 2014©
Written by MotDi (ConcubinaSumisa)
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Reggie
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HowlingHeart
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Words

Now we have all heard the old addage about sticks and stones. However I must digress to reveal that it's message is absurdly unreal. Words can cut deeper then the sharpest knife. Leaving scars that do not heal and in some cases may even end a life. The tounge can be the most dangerous weapon known to man. Yet we cannot put a lock on this weapon nor require a license for its use. So sadly I must admit each of us must control it's abuse. The guileded tounge even makes us believe it's lie. When we are put down we sometimes act strong, yet alone we cry. And it sadness me to admit that at times we are all part it. We have said things we regret harmful words that even if we try to make amends. Thee fellings they brought out in our victims they wont forget. What is sadder still are those that really just don't care. They use thier words on purpose like a gun. They tear us down with no mercy to spare. They bleed us dry and leave us no safe place to run. We cannot hide from the things they say. There is no shield to keep those words away. Some feel so trapped and psychologically abused, there is only one way out they decide. Unfortunately we can no longer try to help them after they commit suicide.
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drone
Tyrant of Words
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The worst psychological
abuse
there is
is when one has suffered
when one was a child
and survived
the crazy times
and yet
still hasn't
mastered the ability
to grow
a thick skin
while dealing with
what one is hiding
within

drone
Tyrant of Words
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Daddy says
he loves me
when his drunk
After he beats
me and my mum
daddy is only happy
when he makes me play
the secret
sticky fingers game
daddy says
if I show and tell
me and my mum
will go to hell
coz daddy says
all he has to do
is shake and cry
and say sorry
and those nice people
with the dolls
will make me
go back
to the bad place
that they say
is my home

JusTim_
Tyrant of Words
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Is It Too Early For Tequila?

Is it too early for tequila?    
because wine just won't suffice    
     
altered in misdirection      
was any of this meant to be?    
free basing raw vanilla    
life has taken the best of me    
     
how I got here?      
your guess is as good as mine    
living in the shadows of substance    
missing only bars while I'm doing time    
     
my heart bleeds my soul    
but was passion ever seen    
tongues can't talk cut in half    
even in Latin life was mean    
     
father's being father's    
playing dodgeball in uncaged halls    
lurking amongst the shadows    
bells silently stroking before the fall    
     
hearts hid out in a desert    
trusting of nothing coming near    
realised feelings never released    
it wasn't living, it was fear    
     
time covering for indiscretion    
kindness begging to be heard    
breeding and bottles eloping    
giving meaning to the absurd    
     
words spilt in spurts of blood      
cutting out the hatred of past    
knowing only power of forgiveness    
can heal all the pain that lasts  
     
I don't ask of any to love me    
or hear it fall from pretty lips    
I'm just taking in      
ever bit of beautiful    
daily in tiny sips
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David_Macleod
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Prey

Prey
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