What Abuse MeantA Poem by SophieWhen I was four, I was quiet because I was told, When I was four, the bruises were hidden under my clothes.
When I turned eight, I started to realize what was happening to me, When I turned ten, I found out what “abuse” meant.
I lived in silence, in fear, afraid if I ever spoke, my Daddy's secret, would be exposed.
I knew I should've told, and I hated the pain, but Daddy’s are Daddy's didn't other girls go through the same?
Finally I turned thirteen, and he did something new to me, that was when I realized I was in a hole, I couldn't get out and I could only dig down.
So I hid more, lost my friends, while I tried to figure out how to escape my Daddy's hands.
Finally, I'm fourteen now, and I've escaped the dread, but I don't feel any better now, now that Daddy has a hole in his head. © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
682 Views
27 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on June 16, 2012Last Updated on June 16, 2012 AuthorSophie-, MAAboutI'm 16 in my sophomore year of high school, I started on this site when i was 14, took about a year break and now i might be back, im just fixing my description because i was annoying as f**k last yea.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|