I am the abuse you livedA Story by Christoph Oakleyn lifes terms for manyI am the vile abusive drug using sperm donor I am your misguided drug using pregnant mother I am the drugs flowing through you system at birth I am the neglect you received as a baby I am the doorsteps you were randomly left on I am the shame in your italian families life that makes them walk away I am the state which you became the property of
I am your new family that brought you to a new home I am the day when at the age of 5 that you heard the words, you are adopted beacause you werent not wanted, not loved, by your real mom and dad and you were like a rope around your mothers neck killing her I am the daily emotional, verbal, and physical torture that would experience the next 9 years of your life I am the hair and roots from your scalp yanked regularly from your head I am the water running from the bath tub faucet suffocating your breath I am the forks, knives, and glass that penetrated your skin I am the fist, hands, shoes, and wooden objects that blackened and blue'd your skin I am the room you would be kept in for weeks and months at a time with nothing in it and no contact from anyone as another form of punishment when you were 8, 9, and 10
I am the adopted father who turned a blind eye towards it all or was never around to see the rest but apologized to you for it later in life I am the one who threatened to take you back to the orphanage, which at the time you wished they did I am the one who emotionally and mentally robbed your spirit and soul I am the pain, despair, misery, hurt, loneliness, and hopelessness you lived in and felt every day I am the love that you never experienced or felt but always wanted to have I am the hole and emptiness that was in your heart I am the kid that no one ever really knew
I am the death that you welcomed, wanted and tried for numerous times but never accomplished I am the emotions and feelings that you bottled away I am the secrets that you never fully told I am the fake smile that you use to put on your face I am the peace and happiness that you didnt get have I am the wishes for a good family and love that never came true
I am the silence in your head and heart that you so desperately but eluded you I am the dream and hopes of meeting your real parents, that destroyed you even further once you did I am the drugs that you turned to, which became your escape to numb your bottomless pain I am the man who moved beyond that at the age of 23 I am the man who was once the victim but returned as a survivor I am the abuse that you once lived © 2012 Christoph OakleyAuthor's Note
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Added on December 15, 2012 Last Updated on December 15, 2012 Tags: https://www.facebook.com/oakleyc AuthorChristoph OakleyWilmington, DEAboutI really do not know how to describe my writing. I wouldn't necessarily describe it as poetry. I Probably would describe it more as free form writing. more..Writing
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