Undead

My feelings about sexual abuse.

I always thought of you as my big brother

Never would’ve thought when

Nobody’s around you would touch me

Sometimes I hate the skin I’m in

I made the mistake of

Feeling heartless when

I let you win I lose

I let them pump their poison in me

Thinking I needed the feeling

You cursed me with, that of desire

 

It was the only feeling that I felt I needed

Crying and begging for help.

But nobody hears my pain and sorrow

So I relive the only feeling I know.

Over, and over again

I am not cool dead people are cool.

I am not dead.

I am undead.

I guess I’ll see you in hell.

 

Reviews

[c.m.]

That last line is like a punch in the stomach. Many sympathize in the area of sexual abuse, and know your feelings well. And you've also made them quite clear. A great, easy to relate poem.

[Steph's_romantic_myster..]

This poem flowed very nicely and had a great tempo fluidity and most of all emotional connection, which makes the poem grab you and forces you to read every word. The deep content of this piece is profound and it made for an enjoyable read... Very well put. Excellent poem, and one for my favorites library!