Poems about Abuse
#abuse
Poetry about abuse, including verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and poems about coming to terms with an abusive past.
BeautifulNothing2
Poem Published
Today 7:54am
Today 7:54am
Light
Lift me up,
Just to break me down,
Wipe my tears,
Only to push me to the ground
Soulless eyes,
Bleeding into my life,
Web of words,
Spun into a beautiful lie,
You don't love me,
You said you wished I would die,
You lift me up,
Only to slam me down,
Back to reality,
You've taken my crown,
How can I get over this?
Your love is like a bottomless lake,
And I can't swim,
You laugh at me while I drown,
Broken promises,
Empty words,
Constantly questioning my self worth,
You mock...
Just to break me down,
Wipe my tears,
Only to push me to the ground
Soulless eyes,
Bleeding into my life,
Web of words,
Spun into a beautiful lie,
You don't love me,
You said you wished I would die,
You lift me up,
Only to slam me down,
Back to reality,
You've taken my crown,
How can I get over this?
Your love is like a bottomless lake,
And I can't swim,
You laugh at me while I drown,
Broken promises,
Empty words,
Constantly questioning my self worth,
You mock...
#abuse
#forgiveness
#love #suffering
#love #suffering
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BeautifulNothing2
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 7:17pm
2nd Apr 2025 7:17pm
Freedom from Abuse
He was my demon,
My savior,
My darkness,
My love,
My Evil.
He was my smile
My heart,
My tears,
My laughter,
My pain.
He was the one who,
Broke me,
Inspired me,
Beat me,
Destroyed me.
He gave me,
Life,
Lessons,
Love,
Duties.
He lied to me,
Cheated me,
Hit me,
Hugged me,
Despised me.
He was full of,
Broken promises,
Darkness,
Booz,
Suffering.
He was my,
Lover,
Friend, ...
My savior,
My darkness,
My love,
My Evil.
He was my smile
My heart,
My tears,
My laughter,
My pain.
He was the one who,
Broke me,
Inspired me,
Beat me,
Destroyed me.
He gave me,
Life,
Lessons,
Love,
Duties.
He lied to me,
Cheated me,
Hit me,
Hugged me,
Despised me.
He was full of,
Broken promises,
Darkness,
Booz,
Suffering.
He was my,
Lover,
Friend, ...
#abuse
#dark
#freedom
#hate
#love
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Poeticking81
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 11:48am
2nd Apr 2025 11:48am
This poem is called I Can't
I Can't
I can't tell you how I really feel. You'll just get mad and yell.
I can't do the things I really want. You cop an attitude.
I can't feel things the way I really do. It hurts too much.
I can't talk to you about my dreams. I had to give them up.
I can't cut or dye my hair with out you getting mad.
I can't be free to make my own choices, you don't like them.
I can't see the light; your darkness is too over-powering.
I can't live like I want, you criticize what I do.
I can't ask questions, you say I don't listen and ask “what kind of stupid...
I can't tell you how I really feel. You'll just get mad and yell.
I can't do the things I really want. You cop an attitude.
I can't feel things the way I really do. It hurts too much.
I can't talk to you about my dreams. I had to give them up.
I can't cut or dye my hair with out you getting mad.
I can't be free to make my own choices, you don't like them.
I can't see the light; your darkness is too over-powering.
I can't live like I want, you criticize what I do.
I can't ask questions, you say I don't listen and ask “what kind of stupid...
#abuse
#hurt
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BeautifulNothing2
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 7:33am
2nd Apr 2025 7:33am
Heart Of The Devil
I drank with his darkness,
I consumed his evil desires,
Now I dance with his demons,
Who smile at my demise,
I can't escape his eternal hell,
I'm trapped by the heart of the Devil.
I consumed his evil desires,
Now I dance with his demons,
Who smile at my demise,
I can't escape his eternal hell,
I'm trapped by the heart of the Devil.
#abuse
#dark
#devil
#FeelingTrapped
#hell
59 reads
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
"The Winter Warsaw Wladyslaw"
Władysław Szpilman’s world, a vibrant tapestry of music and camaraderie, was shattered in September 1939 with the Nazi invasion of Poland.
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
#abuse
#despair
#fear
#loneliness
#suffering
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 11:59pm
24th Mar 2025 11:59pm
I trust it, you hate it
I abused you when I had the time
Never saw it on your face
Reconstruction in your own words
I didn't mind, no I'm not a head case
Such good times looking into your eyes
Your beauty screams pain, I know that your mine
Becoming sober was your mistake
There's nothing left for you here
I trust it, you hate it
Nightmares heal, reality is fear
I long to hear you kill your lies
Now I feel so haunted as I search for
Any excuse that will ease my mind
Love till death, unusable whore
Never saw it on your face
Reconstruction in your own words
I didn't mind, no I'm not a head case
Such good times looking into your eyes
Your beauty screams pain, I know that your mine
Becoming sober was your mistake
There's nothing left for you here
I trust it, you hate it
Nightmares heal, reality is fear
I long to hear you kill your lies
Now I feel so haunted as I search for
Any excuse that will ease my mind
Love till death, unusable whore
#abuse
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#suffering
79 reads
6 Comments
EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 00:23am
21st Mar 2025 00:23am
a postcard from hell
Your mum sent me a postcard
and really, dude, I'm not sure
what I'm supposed to do with it
so I stuck it in my junk draw
where I'll eventually forget about it
and maybe a pen will bleed ink
on the return address
It's been so long
since I even fucking thought about you
and you know, babe, none of those trips
down memory lane
give me the warm and fuzzies
The thought of you
puts me in a bad mood
my brain on high alert
my body tensing in a trigger response
at the mere idea of you potentially ...
and really, dude, I'm not sure
what I'm supposed to do with it
so I stuck it in my junk draw
where I'll eventually forget about it
and maybe a pen will bleed ink
on the return address
It's been so long
since I even fucking thought about you
and you know, babe, none of those trips
down memory lane
give me the warm and fuzzies
The thought of you
puts me in a bad mood
my brain on high alert
my body tensing in a trigger response
at the mere idea of you potentially ...
#abuse
#anger
#deception #manipulation
#deception #manipulation
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 11:20am
18th Mar 2025 11:20am
WHACK!!!!!!
The four of them got out of the car
The husband, the wife, the kid & the dog
The kid spills his soda on the back seat as he's leaving the car
WHACK!!
The husband hits the kid right in the mouth
"You little pig fucker"
"I just had this cleaned"
The wife leans over and says,
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!!!?"
The husband turns around, towards the wife and
WHACK!!
He claps her right on her left side
This made the dog angry
The dog comes over...
The husband, the wife, the kid & the dog
The kid spills his soda on the back seat as he's leaving the car
WHACK!!
The husband hits the kid right in the mouth
"You little pig fucker"
"I just had this cleaned"
The wife leans over and says,
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!!!?"
The husband turns around, towards the wife and
WHACK!!
He claps her right on her left side
This made the dog angry
The dog comes over...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#family
77 reads
8 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 3:23am
11th Mar 2025 3:23am
Predator
You aren't quite like the predators in my dreams; but you brought the fear that comes along with them.
DUP is my safe place; was, my safe place. And You, You took that from me.
I have spent every night this week looking over my shoulder, and debating on whether or not I should delete my social media, and become a ghost, once again.
You claim it in the name of innocence, and curiosity; but it is neither. You said what you said to frighten me. And now, I am afraid all over again.
I look over my shoulder, and place my house keys between my knuckles when I take my dog...
DUP is my safe place; was, my safe place. And You, You took that from me.
I have spent every night this week looking over my shoulder, and debating on whether or not I should delete my social media, and become a ghost, once again.
You claim it in the name of innocence, and curiosity; but it is neither. You said what you said to frighten me. And now, I am afraid all over again.
I look over my shoulder, and place my house keys between my knuckles when I take my dog...
#abuse
#anxiety
#fear
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xthan
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 2:16pm
5th Mar 2025 2:16pm
Fangs
It was sickening having to
look straight in their eyes
no lights were on, dead
to everything in existence,
known eyes like that before
and they never leave you
alone afterwards.
All I had was an insolated room,
they couldn't unlock their side
of the door only my keys could,
if was alone, in that small room,
I couldn't bare to think what my
hands could have, would
have done.
I imagine something along
the lines of tearing limbs away,
crumbling them down like dust
wings...
look straight in their eyes
no lights were on, dead
to everything in existence,
known eyes like that before
and they never leave you
alone afterwards.
All I had was an insolated room,
they couldn't unlock their side
of the door only my keys could,
if was alone, in that small room,
I couldn't bare to think what my
hands could have, would
have done.
I imagine something along
the lines of tearing limbs away,
crumbling them down like dust
wings...
#abuse
#anger
#LGBT #transgender
#LGBT #transgender
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:25pm
5th Mar 2025 1:25pm
MOUTHFUL OF KNIVES
What does the body do with a wound it cannot close?
A memory that just won't fade , a dream that replays a thousand times that you can't run from!
Thoughts that drown and swallow you from the inside out.
The wind shreds its own breath, bleeding rust between its teeth. Oh the taste of Iron ! All too familiar, all too real.
A mouth unhinges. Not to scream, not to pray—just to split, broken thoughts, empty.
Something shatters under the skin—bone, voice, meaning— lost , no where to hide.
a hymn reduced to marrow, an altar eaten from the inside out.
A stone...
A memory that just won't fade , a dream that replays a thousand times that you can't run from!
Thoughts that drown and swallow you from the inside out.
The wind shreds its own breath, bleeding rust between its teeth. Oh the taste of Iron ! All too familiar, all too real.
A mouth unhinges. Not to scream, not to pray—just to split, broken thoughts, empty.
Something shatters under the skin—bone, voice, meaning— lost , no where to hide.
a hymn reduced to marrow, an altar eaten from the inside out.
A stone...
#abuse
#despair
#evil
#suffering
#tragedy
115 reads
2 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 11:35am
5th Mar 2025 11:35am
VIOLET'S TALE
A lady down in Toronto
Is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets
Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene we must rewind
The hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl
Grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker
And her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight
But never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did
I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl
She moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council...
Is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets
Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene we must rewind
The hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl
Grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker
And her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight
But never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did
I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl
She moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#silence
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