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a poem about domestic abuse

By Christina VanhaerentsPublished 2 years ago • 2 min read
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Photo by Hailey Kean on Unsplash

My skin, it stings,

because I feel all of the things.

The horrific words that spew from your mouth,

they leave me with nothing but doubts.

How dare you put me down so very low,

to a place I have never been before.

Darkness shrouds my every move,

my every thought is consumed by what you'll do.

Every deep dark thing I've ever thought, you brought to life.

Every word you say comes with a side of strife.

It's all meant to tear me down,

to keep me beneath you, underground.

For how could anyone love me?

I'm a bitch, a cunt, fat, stupid, and unseen.

For you pushed these thoughts onto me,

until those things became who I was to be.

I fought so hard, for so long, for it to be in vain.

You were the one that gave me my new name,

and was supposed to be the love I deserved.

But I wasn't prepared for this curve.

You didn't stop at merely just words...

your hands they'd find me in ways absurd.

Your hands on me in the worst possible way,

from you, there was no possible escape.

You covered me with insults, pain became true.

Then you would come too, and apologize for what you would do.

Those who knew anything turned a blind eye,

even though you were killing me from the inside.

Every single day was a struggle to get by,

every single day, my soul a little more would die.

I became a shell of who I used to be,

the light left my eyes and no one could see.

Until no tears could form in my eyes,

they dried up, there was nothing left for me to cry.

The first time it stung so badly and cut so deep,

the longer it went on, it was a part of me that I'd keep.

and you...

For you will never understand the torment, the unspeakable pain.

What you did, for I will never allow again!

I left after years of this eventually, and all but crawled away,

so unbelievably broken. But now I live for a new day.

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About the Creator

Christina Vanhaerents

Cluttered mind, chaotic life, and a heavy heart... I write to keep sane.

Instagram: @cmvwrites

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    Written by Christina Vanhaerents