Memories, Pain

This could have just as easily been called "The Whip". The whip mentioned in the poem is fictional, of course. It was only meant to describe the pain of what my stepfather brought down upon us.

On top of the world I see
That it isn't me,
These thoughtless lies you told me.
I thought I was dumb,
Was a liar,
Would never make it in this world.
I was beaten down and broken,
Living in a world unspoken.
Taking my life away,
Holding me far from the light.
How was I to know
That life could be better than this?
I thought you would guide me,
Never hold me back.
I trusted you in every word,
And you stabbed my heart straight through.
Eight years of my life wasted,
That's half my life at a go.
How could you hurt me so?
Someone I trusted,
believed in.
You whipped me with words,
Beat me senseless with hate.
Hurt my mom and your daughter,
You selfish filthy man.
How did you ever become my stepfather?
All your lies and booze,
We finally got away,
But in the end we still lost.
You haunt my mind every day,
The memories come back,
Never far away.
And my depression grows deeper,
Each time I think I feel okay.
Forevermore I'm lost,
I cannot escape your grip.
You filthy selfish man,
It's my turn with the whip.

Author's Note

When the poem mentions the words 'your daughter', it means my sister. *This part just wouldn't fit in the description box.*