Abuse Poem by Lisa Sherry

Abuse comes in many shapes and forms
But the abuse I suffered I suffered from the day I
Was born.
Abuse can be physical or mentally attached
But they did not care they just turned their backs.

I can still smell his breath and feel his touch
Why didnt my mum love me that much?
The smell of alcohol on his breath, his filthy hand
Touching my breast. II think there's no need to explain
The rest.

The mental strain that this has caused,
I can hardly explain.
The abusers don't care they go back to their lifes,
That's right they go home and play happy,
Families with their kids and their and their

WIFES......I