Hi my name is Brittany I am a vitcim of child abuse and I have been for many years.I am posting my story to help stop the silence of this terrifing realitiy.
For as long as I can remember i have been hated por my father and brother.I am the worse tpye of child there is.I have commited the worse crime a child can commit.I killed my mom,she died on the birthing mesa, tabela with me,It is my fault she is gone and my alone.Thats why I am a demon child,my father has called me so many times.
My father has never hesited to raise is fist at me,to make me bleed or to see me cry.My fear was something hew enjoyed seeing.Now I will say this he was hooked on heaevy drugs that and his haterd for me made him do things even the most worse parent wouldnt do.
My brother was mais emotionally abusive then physical he would call me names and scare me alot,like after one of dads rages my brother would find me crying and would say its all my fault becuase of mom that I do not deserve to live.That would make me cry and wish to god that he would have taken me instead.
I rememeber once dad had been drinking and I accidently spilled something he got so mad at me that he just started hitting me with a cinto, correia and wouldnt stop.I thought he was gonna kill me.When he finally stopped and I was kneeling down crying,he stood up taking his faca and kneeled over me showing how to cut myself he told me it would relieve stress and help cope.That was the only time he ever talked soflty to me.
I remembe the older I got the worse it got,I did fight back and only got hurt more.The times where he would hit me and I would scream and curse him he would only get madder and hit me more,my brother in the background laughing.
I started to beleive them and understand why this hate was so real and it is all my fault if my mom was still here this would never have happened but she wasnt becuase of me,and for that I hate myself.
When I just turned 15 I expirenced something that I will never forget I will carry witth me all my life.I had worked all dia in the yard and was hot and wasnt feeling good.I took a cool chuveiro and tried to relax.While I was wrapped in a towel looking at myself in the mirrow.My father walked in he just stared at me.he closed the door behind me and reached to touch me,i slapped his hand which only made him madder.He pushed me aginst the mural and pushed me to the floor curseing me.He layed down on me and started touching me.I was sick the smell of him hes wieght i thought he was gonna crush me.then there was this pain that took my breath away.I couldnt breath he was making noises and moving I felt so sick like I was gonna puke.When he was done he left me there crying and trying to breath I pushed myself up anf I saw on the floor there was a spot of blood.I cried harder I climbed back in the hower and turned it on hot and used a brilio pad and started scrubbing myself until I bleed in places.
My inncoents was taken por a monster and I want it back.
People ask me if I ever ran away.Well yes I did once I ran and was caught I was drug back to that place kicking and screaming hoping someone heard me but no one did.My brother forsed me down ion the floor while my father stood over me,what happened to me was quick and painful but becuase of it now i am not able to have children of my own.My father hit me as hard as he could between the legs with a ballbat.The doctors say that my Overies are both shredded and I am not able to bare children.
I was hit with mulitable abjects anything dad could get his hands on to hit me to show his hate..and you know what?I dont blame him
I am seguro now living with a good foster family my brother and dad are in jail.people say now that I am out I should let it go,its not that easy I am haunted por memories and nightmares I fear I will never completely heal to be a good foster child,a good freind,and a good girlfrind.
All the beating,all the abuse,mental,phycail,emotion,sexaull,all becuase of me.Tha fact that I was born and I am responiable for my moms death,a demon child a nothing a no body notihng worth the air I breath.
Please I and shareing my story to help us all to please step progressivo, para a frente and stop this silence of child abuse.
For as long as I can remember i have been hated por my father and brother.I am the worse tpye of child there is.I have commited the worse crime a child can commit.I killed my mom,she died on the birthing mesa, tabela with me,It is my fault she is gone and my alone.Thats why I am a demon child,my father has called me so many times.
My father has never hesited to raise is fist at me,to make me bleed or to see me cry.My fear was something hew enjoyed seeing.Now I will say this he was hooked on heaevy drugs that and his haterd for me made him do things even the most worse parent wouldnt do.
My brother was mais emotionally abusive then physical he would call me names and scare me alot,like after one of dads rages my brother would find me crying and would say its all my fault becuase of mom that I do not deserve to live.That would make me cry and wish to god that he would have taken me instead.
I rememeber once dad had been drinking and I accidently spilled something he got so mad at me that he just started hitting me with a cinto, correia and wouldnt stop.I thought he was gonna kill me.When he finally stopped and I was kneeling down crying,he stood up taking his faca and kneeled over me showing how to cut myself he told me it would relieve stress and help cope.That was the only time he ever talked soflty to me.
I remembe the older I got the worse it got,I did fight back and only got hurt more.The times where he would hit me and I would scream and curse him he would only get madder and hit me more,my brother in the background laughing.
I started to beleive them and understand why this hate was so real and it is all my fault if my mom was still here this would never have happened but she wasnt becuase of me,and for that I hate myself.
When I just turned 15 I expirenced something that I will never forget I will carry witth me all my life.I had worked all dia in the yard and was hot and wasnt feeling good.I took a cool chuveiro and tried to relax.While I was wrapped in a towel looking at myself in the mirrow.My father walked in he just stared at me.he closed the door behind me and reached to touch me,i slapped his hand which only made him madder.He pushed me aginst the mural and pushed me to the floor curseing me.He layed down on me and started touching me.I was sick the smell of him hes wieght i thought he was gonna crush me.then there was this pain that took my breath away.I couldnt breath he was making noises and moving I felt so sick like I was gonna puke.When he was done he left me there crying and trying to breath I pushed myself up anf I saw on the floor there was a spot of blood.I cried harder I climbed back in the hower and turned it on hot and used a brilio pad and started scrubbing myself until I bleed in places.
My inncoents was taken por a monster and I want it back.
People ask me if I ever ran away.Well yes I did once I ran and was caught I was drug back to that place kicking and screaming hoping someone heard me but no one did.My brother forsed me down ion the floor while my father stood over me,what happened to me was quick and painful but becuase of it now i am not able to have children of my own.My father hit me as hard as he could between the legs with a ballbat.The doctors say that my Overies are both shredded and I am not able to bare children.
I was hit with mulitable abjects anything dad could get his hands on to hit me to show his hate..and you know what?I dont blame him
I am seguro now living with a good foster family my brother and dad are in jail.people say now that I am out I should let it go,its not that easy I am haunted por memories and nightmares I fear I will never completely heal to be a good foster child,a good freind,and a good girlfrind.
All the beating,all the abuse,mental,phycail,emotion,sexaull,all becuase of me.Tha fact that I was born and I am responiable for my moms death,a demon child a nothing a no body notihng worth the air I breath.
Please I and shareing my story to help us all to please step progressivo, para a frente and stop this silence of child abuse.
I found another poem I will continue to put poems of child abuse here.
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For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten cild, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to amor or trust
For the child taken from her/his home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose início is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
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Sad poem I hate Child abuse espically since it took my friend away.
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For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten cild, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to amor or trust
For the child taken from her/his home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose início is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
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Sad poem I hate Child abuse espically since it took my friend away.
Hey everyone. I thought of this when I was dwelling in the past. Tell me what you think
dia after dia I live in this living hell.
Keeping quiet of what happens behind closed doors.
Behind closed doors I am my Parents stress reliever.
Behind closed doors I am their punching bag.
Behind closed doors the pain never fades.
Behind closed doors the screams never silence.
Because behind closed doors nothing is ever the same.
It was hard to write because I was thinking about the past but I did it anyway. Please stop child abuse because Behind closed doors you never know what is happening
dia after dia I live in this living hell.
Keeping quiet of what happens behind closed doors.
Behind closed doors I am my Parents stress reliever.
Behind closed doors I am their punching bag.
Behind closed doors the pain never fades.
Behind closed doors the screams never silence.
Because behind closed doors nothing is ever the same.
It was hard to write because I was thinking about the past but I did it anyway. Please stop child abuse because Behind closed doors you never know what is happening
We have no Idea what happens behind closed doors.
