Years of My Life, by ForgottenWinterMemories
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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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| Posted: 2010-08-26 01:43:41 UTC |
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| 2007-08-08 05:59:12 | User |
| God..this sounds so traumatic! Wait a sec..this is for real? |
| 2007-08-24 01:02:09 | xxSoulsxxLiexx |
| this is sooo gorguz its sooo sad tho but it is a really good poem |
| 2007-08-25 22:24:16 | mytruth |
| This is just awful. Very well written poem. Very sad though... |
| 2007-09-04 13:19:44 | shweta |
| very welll written hope it is not true |
| 2010-03-11 15:21:38 | Convalescence |
| A lot of your poetry is about stuff like this. Does this kind of stuff really happen to you? |
| 2010-08-26 01:46:29 | ForgottenWinterMemories |
| 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 |