Abused

Abused

A Poem by MandaBear
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Let me know what you think!!! this did NOT happen to me in real life so dont take it that serious. I promise it is not about me or anyone I know. I was just in a different mind today!

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Black and blue are the only colors I have come to know.
Beaten and tortured into submission.
I have no opinion other than his.
I am told I am worth less than nothing.

He took me at his will.
He threw me on the bed like a piece of meat.
Laughed while he had me in his claws.
He liked to laugh when I was in misery.

Every night before I was allowed to sleep, I was fed.
I was only given barely enough to survive.
If I didn't finish what I was given, I was verbally assaulted.
He said he wanted his prize to be well fed.

Bruises and cuts line my body.
The scars inside will never go away.
 The abuse will stay until I am no longer here.
Sometimes, I wish I knew how to make that happen sooner.

Black and blue is the only color I wear.
Now, I am one step closer to meeting my maker.
One more hit, one more slap and I will be finished.
He will have taken everything away from me.

I was lead into a false sense of security.
I was told I was protected. 
What I got was a monster and a murder.
What I ended up with was death.

I was beat down, broken up and abused. 

© 2013 MandaBear


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Good work! This has the strength of true poetry: the ability to take the reader out of themselves and put us inside your world. even though this was not a world you actually lived in, you brought me into it. Great job!


Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow really good poem, it's amazing how even without living this you made it seem so real! ( it's really sad and touching) but awesome!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


MandaBear

11 Years Ago

Thanks! =)
Wow!!! Really sad! :( Amazing job though!!'

Posted 11 Years Ago


Its amazing how you were able to write from that place of raw pain and turmoil even though you have never experienced it yourself. It felt very real. Good write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


He throw me on the bed like a piece of meat.
I believe throw should be threw.

Every night before I was allowed to sleep, I was feed.
I believe feed should be fed.

The scares inside will never go away.
I believe scares should be scars.

Now, onto the important part. The fact that you weren't writing about your experiences, or someone you know, is incredible, because it seems like you described it extremely well.. I like the first stanza, I think that's how a lot of people who are being/have been abused feel. Feeling worthless, not being able to have their own opinion or thoughts about anything, being bruised all over.. Extremely powerful write, great job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


MandaBear

11 Years Ago

Thanks for the review and the corrections. I am going to go and fix them now. =)
Amandaaa Caroline (:

11 Years Ago

No problem (:
A sad and emotional poem, it is very raw also love the way you described the sadness....great job

Posted 11 Years Ago


A very sad poem. To be abused and no escape would be a bad place to be. Strong description create scary visions of pain and abuse. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on January 12, 2013
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