Popular Poems About Abuse
#abuse
KristinaX
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 8:00pm
17th Apr 2025 8:00pm
I Waited With the Match
I never begged to be loved.
I only ever learned
how to be wanted.
How to breathe pretty
and smile soft,
how to keep my pain
polished and palatable
so no one would ask
why I never flinched
when hands reached for me
like I was already theirs.
I was the match
they lit themselves on,
then cursed for burning.
And still-
I stayed close.
Because deep down,
I believed if someone
just stood still long enough,
they might see me.
Not the show.
Not the skin. ...
I only ever learned
how to be wanted.
How to breathe pretty
and smile soft,
how to keep my pain
polished and palatable
so no one would ask
why I never flinched
when hands reached for me
like I was already theirs.
I was the match
they lit themselves on,
then cursed for burning.
And still-
I stayed close.
Because deep down,
I believed if someone
just stood still long enough,
they might see me.
Not the show.
Not the skin. ...
#abuse
#lust
#manipulation
#passion
#relationships
276 reads
35 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
733 reads
80 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 00:59am
23rd Apr 2025 00:59am
Hey man, hop in my caravan
I'm solied
Your soiled
We're all soiled
I have arrived
10 million miles from home
Earth is where I'll stay
My god isn't your god
A fiery beast is all I have to say
Flies, Maggots, Earthworms and roaches
They spill out of the earth's core
You should fuck the pretty leper girl over there
Let's travel the universe, the 2025 galaxy tour
Oh mommy, mommy we need help
My mind is cracked in half
All hope is lost, you're bleeding out
Forever plagued, just sit back and laugh
What do you know about...
Your soiled
We're all soiled
I have arrived
10 million miles from home
Earth is where I'll stay
My god isn't your god
A fiery beast is all I have to say
Flies, Maggots, Earthworms and roaches
They spill out of the earth's core
You should fuck the pretty leper girl over there
Let's travel the universe, the 2025 galaxy tour
Oh mommy, mommy we need help
My mind is cracked in half
All hope is lost, you're bleeding out
Forever plagued, just sit back and laugh
What do you know about...
#abuse
#happiness
#sex
#travel
#universe
84 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 10:17am
8th Apr 2025 10:17am
Abused
She was on her way home from a friend's house
A man raped her in the parking lot of her apartment building
30 feet from the entrance
At first she begged to let her go
He punched her, broke the left half of her jaw
She stopped resisting
It was better to just get it over with and hope that he didn't kill her
All the time he was raping her she could feel it
She didn't black out
She could feel her tearing her up inside
She tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much
Her jaw made bright blue sparks flash in front of her eyes every time he...
A man raped her in the parking lot of her apartment building
30 feet from the entrance
At first she begged to let her go
He punched her, broke the left half of her jaw
She stopped resisting
It was better to just get it over with and hope that he didn't kill her
All the time he was raping her she could feel it
She didn't black out
She could feel her tearing her up inside
She tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much
Her jaw made bright blue sparks flash in front of her eyes every time he...
#abuse
#depression
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
113 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 3:05am
6th Apr 2025 3:05am
egg shells for you
We break porcelain eggshells
leave shards on the floor
slice through the skin of our feet
as we walk around each other
fighters
bloodied and bruised
I hide
you follow
I lock the door
you wait
mouth full of knives
hell is waiting on the other side
I'm the problem
you're the problem
we're the problem
everything is always
someone else fault
We try to speak
but no one is listening
you talk over me
I talk over you
you hate it when I yell
I hate it when...
leave shards on the floor
slice through the skin of our feet
as we walk around each other
fighters
bloodied and bruised
I hide
you follow
I lock the door
you wait
mouth full of knives
hell is waiting on the other side
I'm the problem
you're the problem
we're the problem
everything is always
someone else fault
We try to speak
but no one is listening
you talk over me
I talk over you
you hate it when I yell
I hate it when...
#abuse
#anger
#manipulation #relationships
#manipulation #relationships
85 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
Me, Part 4: Entropy
I was eight years old
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
64 reads
2 Comments
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