Years of My Life

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By ForgottenWinterMemories

he pushes me against the flame my skin burns and scars i'm six he kicks me as i lay my ribs brake i'm seven he hits me and wont stop i fall unconscious i'm eight he punches me in the face my nose brakes and my eye blackens i'm nine he smothers me with a pillow i can't breathe i'm ten he cuts me with a knife i bleed for hours i'm eleven he locks me away for days i starve and weaken i'm twelve he throws me against the cabniet the glass cuts my back i'm thirteen he pins my arm behind my back my arm brakes i'm fourteen He's always blamed me for it all i cry myself to sleep at night i'm fifteen He gets drunk and beats me i do not wake i'm sixteen years of abuse years of my life he dosn't remember i'll never forget

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August 8, 2007 05:59User

God..this sounds so traumatic! Wait a sec..this is for real?

August 24, 2007 01:02xxSoulsxxLiexx

this is sooo gorguz its sooo sad tho but it is a really good poem

August 25, 2007 22:24mytruth

This is just awful. Very well written poem. Very sad though...

September 4, 2007 13:19shweta

very welll written hope it is not true

March 11, 2010 15:21Convalescence

A lot of your poetry is about stuff like this. Does this kind of stuff really happen to you?

August 26, 2010 01:46ForgottenWinterMemories

Reply to Convalescence: I have had a pretty rocky childhood in both family and relationships, my poems are how i get out alot of my frustration and emotions about these things