Least Read Poems About Abuse
#abuse
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:30am
Yesterday 11:30am
Flying High
She has a problem
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
#abuse
#addiction
#birth
#death
#drugs
33 reads
6 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
Stuffing and Fabric
My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
#abuse
#childhood
#fear #PersonalGrowth
#fear #PersonalGrowth
35 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 4:55am
Today 4:55am
Something that's not talking about
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For what I want to talk about is the affect of abuse. 😞 For it is very necessary to be able to share, your thoughts and insight and spiritual subconsciousness. For sure we never know what someone else is going through in there own personal life. For sure abuse in any way can be done in so many ways on so many levels.
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
#abuse
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
35 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:29pm
12th Jul 2024 6:29pm
The Suck
#abuse
#anger
#hurt #violence
#hurt #violence
36 reads
6 Comments
dead_lluwi
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
6th Nov 2024 6:30pm
wine
#dark
#abuse
#childhood
#depression
#PTSD
41 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
Broken Crayons - To My Friend Withers
To my friend Withers ..
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
#abuse
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
43 reads
0 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
45 reads
2 Comments
michaelslove2
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
11th Nov 2024 8:32am
She's Hollow
She's Hollow”
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
Her first thought was then to pull out his left eye
with him screaming and clawing,
with him crying out “Why!!”
Her blank, hollow stare.
The blood beginning to flow.
He chained to a table with nowhere to go.
She then took the right arm amid heavy blood spatter
and then took the left, by now what did it matter?
He lashing and pleading,
“Honey, won't you please stop!!!”
So she took both his feet with a Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
We might ask of her reasons or is she just mad?
Slowly...
#abuse
#dark
#horror
47 reads
1 Comment
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 7:58pm
18th Nov 2024 7:58pm
Blue
Those malefactors from the upside
don't want the money
they own the bank
what's there to do
when every sun day ends the same
can't see the sky is blue
they gaze down here
finally, their attention
of an understanding few
who look shocked and amazed
appalled and ashamed
while they break the world in too
don't want the money
they own the bank
what's there to do
when every sun day ends the same
can't see the sky is blue
they gaze down here
finally, their attention
of an understanding few
who look shocked and amazed
appalled and ashamed
while they break the world in too
#abuse
#deception
#frustration
#grief
#manipulation
47 reads
7 Comments
Ashleysworld
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 3:48am
26th Oct 2024 3:48am
The Rapist
#abuse
#tragedy
49 reads
4 Comments
Ryan-G-Hayward
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:54am
21st Oct 2024 1:54am
Untitled (All 3 Parts)
Its breaking....
Under sea.
Underneath,
I lost all feeling,
Do fish not feel
the rod piercing?
Sometimes
I was too
Vulnerable
breakable
fragile
young
small
tiny,
me.
I'm getting tired
I'm too weary
to surface.
Resilience,
is not a word
but a death
sentence
of irony plates
I breathe in.
Hey,
do you wish
to see
the worse
in me,
the abyss
snaps
the frame,
Inner child...
its frozen eye...
I still...
Under sea.
Underneath,
I lost all feeling,
Do fish not feel
the rod piercing?
Sometimes
I was too
Vulnerable
breakable
fragile
young
small
tiny,
me.
I'm getting tired
I'm too weary
to surface.
Resilience,
is not a word
but a death
sentence
of irony plates
I breathe in.
Hey,
do you wish
to see
the worse
in me,
the abyss
snaps
the frame,
Inner child...
its frozen eye...
I still...
#abuse
#childhood
50 reads
0 Comments
scatteredsilence
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 4:17am
30th Oct 2024 4:17am
Sian.
(Prologue)
Sian looked at herself in the full length mirror fixed to the far wall of her room
She was of slim build with dark hair that reached her waist and had a slight curl to it
Her face was quite distictive displaying fine lines which added to her beauty and belied the traumatic life she had led
Her make up was bold, her clients preferred her painted up
It was Friday night and she was expecting a man known to most by the name of Bug
A nickname given due to his enormous eyes
Bug...
Sian looked at herself in the full length mirror fixed to the far wall of her room
She was of slim build with dark hair that reached her waist and had a slight curl to it
Her face was quite distictive displaying fine lines which added to her beauty and belied the traumatic life she had led
Her make up was bold, her clients preferred her painted up
It was Friday night and she was expecting a man known to most by the name of Bug
A nickname given due to his enormous eyes
Bug...
#abuse
#freedom
#LifeStruggles
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