What Abuse Meant

What Abuse Meant

A Poem by Sophie

When I was four,

I was quiet because I was told,

When I was four,

the bruises were hidden under my clothes.


When I turned eight,

I started to realize what was happening to me,

When I turned ten,

I found out what “abuse” meant.


I lived in silence, in fear,

afraid if I ever spoke,

my Daddy's secret,

would be exposed.


I knew I should've told,

and I hated the pain,

but Daddy’s are Daddy's

didn't other girls go through the same?


Finally I turned thirteen,

and he did something new to me,

that was when I realized I was in a hole,

I couldn't get out

and I could only dig down.


So I hid more,

lost my friends,

while I tried to figure out

how to escape my Daddy's hands.


Finally, I'm fourteen now,

and I've escaped the dread,

but I don't feel any better now,

now that Daddy has a hole in his head.

© 2012 Sophie


Author's Note

Sophie
So not a true story, I practically cried while writing this because I love my dad and he'd never do this and I could never kill him. But anyway...
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Wow, excellent impact Sophie. I believe this is one of your best just because the little emotional things you bring to the table: I like how you always said "Daddy" instead of just "dad", I feel people can make a better connection that way as it seems so much more...close. I also liked how you portrayed his death, only mentioning a "hole", never the gun, never you pulling a trigger, it seemed so innocent but at the same time so dark. Great job, I liked it a lot, keep it up

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Lol I was reading this thinking, "Oh poor girl! Goodness this is brutal." Then I read the note, haha xD This is very good, I wonder what a girl might think of it if that has really happened to her... Hmmmm. What exactly inspired you to do this, since your father is nothing like it?

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, excellent impact Sophie. I believe this is one of your best just because the little emotional things you bring to the table: I like how you always said "Daddy" instead of just "dad", I feel people can make a better connection that way as it seems so much more...close. I also liked how you portrayed his death, only mentioning a "hole", never the gun, never you pulling a trigger, it seemed so innocent but at the same time so dark. Great job, I liked it a lot, keep it up

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow, chilling. I've had some friends who've gone through this, not the killing part but the rest. It's beautiful but very dark and so sad.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You almost got me to believe..glad this is not true :) the impact is so strong..nice! great! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ooh creepy. I'm glad this isn't true! i think you captured the emotion nicely though, for someone who hasn't been in the situation

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Holy cheese nips. That was so simple, yet so chilling.

Wow.

Yeah, that's about all I can say.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful, just like your writing always is.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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