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Step dad's, my worst nightmare

The pain, the fear, the never-ending tears,
My stepdads, both abusive, caused me years and years
Of trauma, of scars, of nightmares at night,
Of constantly wondering if I'll survive the next fight.

One threw me off the second floor,
Left me broken, bruised, and sore,
But that was just the beginning, you see,
The other one had a gun, and aimed it at me.

I spent countless nights, in terror and dread,
Not knowing if I'd wake up or end up dead,
Christmas was just another day to survive,
In the kitchen garbage, I was left to strive.

Eating hot sauce, as a form of torture,
Just another reminder of my stepdads' rupture,
Of my childhood, my innocence, my trust,
All shattered and broken, turned to dust.

I was scared, always scared, of what they'd do,
The beatings, the threats, the abuse anew,
I was just a child, but I had to be strong,
To endure their cruel actions, all day long.

No one came to rescue, no one to save,
I was trapped in this hell, this cruel depraved,
But now I stand, a survivor, a warrior,
No longer a victim, no longer inferior.

I'll never forgive, I'll never forget,
The pain they caused, the scars they left,
But I won't let them define me, control me,
I am free from their grasp, finally.

So here's my story, raw and unfiltered,
Of how my stepdads were abusive and unaltered,
No censorship, no moral lesson to teach,
Just the harsh reality, I had to endure and breach.
Written by Johnny707 (John M. A. Anderson)
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