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Marie ...

(1993 / england)

my dad hurt me


every step towards the door
made leaving hurt so much more
i took one step and then another
we had to be there for each other
only one thing hurt so bad
and from this it made me sad
because i left you there and then
never saying why or when
i think you knew no matter what
as you hurt me such a lot
i always blamed it on me
always there and plain to see
the bruises on my arms and side
the ones i always tried to hide
each day at school he loved me still
he knew one day my dad would kill
he hugged me close in his arms
he held my hand in his palm
just for him i couldn't give in
although it was an awfull sin
today i lie in a hospital bed
because of what me dad did and said
never going to smile again
never going to trust men
serious pain he put me through
there was nothing i could do
my dad is gone far away
i finally have freedom to be ok
and for him my love is away
there is no more i can say
if he can't hurt me noone can

something that happened earlier this year

Submitted: Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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  • Bill Thomas (7/16/2008 2:14:00 PM)

    Horrendous experience, Angel, but what resilience in your depths to bring such a well-crafted poem out of it & therefore win! ! ! Keep writing, keep fighting, keep loving - you have a great gift here. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Lissa Tanksley (3/6/2008 12:05:00 PM)

    i really think you have a deep mind, soul and spirit.your thoughts and veiws of life are specific and through this poem i almost can picture myself where you r.i love the poem keep writing (Report) Reply

  • Sterenig Lc (11/28/2007 1:07:00 PM)

    My eyes went upon the title of your poem on the home page. English is not my first language, so I don't pretend I understood everything. But I heard pain and suffering beneath your words. Your pen name made me shiver. Be assured that there are people around you, maybe you just don't see them for the moment, that care for you and can help you.
    I don't know you, but your poem made me care for you.
    S. (Report) Reply

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