A door slams shut,
a place to hide?
a fist on the table,
i need to find.
...
Maybe if I shut my eyes,
I won't here all the screams...
Nobody sees what's behind closed doors,
But nothings ever as it seems.
...
Skinny, unhealthy, underweight.
Just a few of the judgmental words i hate.
At my grandads funeral,
my weight was the debate,
...
So, here we go, grandad,
time to say goodnight,
i knew this day would eventually come,
but you always put up a fight.
...
Nobody knows why,
the reasons that you said goodbye,
the reason they sit and cry,
nobody knows why.
...
My name is Emma Wilson, i am 16 years of age and feel that writing poems allows me to express myself when i have things on my mind. I have loved writing poems from a young age and hope to carry on throughout life as i know that i will come across many struggles.)
Child Abuse
A door slams shut,
a place to hide?
a fist on the table,
i need to find.
Footsteps on the stairs,
don't move or he'll hear!
Heavy breathing,
my body numbed with fear.
Shouting and screaming,
I block my ears,
Smashed glass on the floor,
can i cry any more tears?
Now he'll come searching,
though this isn't hide and seek,
BUT I Can't fight him off,
I'm just too weak!
I guess the word Father has no meaning,
no, daddy doesn't give a damn about his little girl.
Now the monsters been defeated,
Its me and mummy now,
I've wanted this for so many years,
and My good Friend showed me how.