Least Read Poems About Abuse
#abuse
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
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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
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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
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Abuse