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Abused...Grab me…
Use me..
Throw me away…
Did it make you happy,
That you got it your way?…

Laugh at me…
Hit me…
Grab me by the hair…
Why did I ever think,
That life would be fair?..

Break me..
Scrape me…
Hold me in place,
Fuck you..
You’re a bastard as you spit at my face.

Burn me…
Cut me..
Do you like to hear my cries?..
Let go of me please,
I’m tired of all these lies.

Chain me…
Bruise me…
Hold me by the neck.
Do you feel like a man…
As I feel like a wreck?…
Abused Children.Her name was Aurora
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but t
The Used And Abused Marionette(This poem is dedicated to all those who are or have been in abusive relationships. My heart goes out to all of you beautiful people.)

I.

I've been nothing
But a slave to your debauched desires
Your sole possession, your marionette
Benumbed by the deceit,
The manipulation veiled
Beneath your soft artist's touch...

And a touch that endeavours to sabotage
The most beautiful of all silhouettes
Is the touch of the irresistible...
The undeniable...

Just like you...

For I was left powerless, forlorn of all hope,
As your hands designed my fate,
With one subtle caress at a time...
With one stage of seduction at a time...
--

II.

T
Stupid.
It was stupid to love you,
stupid to trust you,
stupid to think you'd care.
stupid to comfort you,
stupid to to let you hurt me,
stupid to think you'd be there.
It was stupid to care about you,
stupid to think about you,
stupid to wish there could be a 'we'
stupid to miss you,
stupid to long for you,
and stupid to think you loved me.

You never loved me.
You NEVER loved me...
...never...
I'm not naughty I'm autisticI'm NOT naughty, I'm autistic

Asking me to look you in the eye when you talk
Is like asking the child in the wheelchair to walk
You wouldn't do it so don't tell me
To brush my hair or go play PE
You get mad when I don't turn in my homework on time
But time at home isn't yours it's mine
I pay attention in class
I pass every exam
So what persay am I doing wrong?

Why do I get shouted at for staring at walls
In lessons if I'm already ahead of them all
I don't sleep at night and I play with the lights
There are codes on my desk and ladders in my tights
I really don't care but you seem to
You seem to have issues with everything I do
abusedAbused

"I didn't do it"
I tell you
You hit me again
Again
Again
Again
I'm bleeding all over
I bit my tongue
You put your hands around my neck
And strangle me lifeless
"I didn't do it"
I tell you
"Your son did"
"Your son broke the vase"
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After ItAll I can feel is the pain
All I can do is squirm under it's tourment
All I can do is scearm in hopes that somebody will save me
All I can try to do is fight off what's coming next.

I hear a cry from benneath me
I hear IT scearm
I don't know how to get IT to stop
My mother will be home any minute
I need IT to go away.

My hands pick IT up
What do I do?

My hands are pricked with sweat
My heart is pounding
My brain is unable to think
IT just keeps scearming.

Everything from there is a blur
As I try to piece the memory back together.

My hands,
IT'S head,
Need to hide it somehow,
Where Mom can't hear it's scearms,
Trash can.

School PuppetSometimes I feel so trapped
I feel like a lab rat
Trained to do what they want.

The bell rings,
Go up the staris,
Go to my classroom,
Sit down in my seat.

Bell rings again
Get up,
Go down the staris,
Go the cafeteria,
Wait in line,
Sit down,
The process never ends.

I don't even think about where I am going
My feet just take me there
Maybe it's just routine
But it seems like were the puppets in a puppeter's world.
BreakingI feel so alone
I don't like this feeling inside me
Now I'm just left with me, myself, and I
Now I'm left with the pieces left behind.

I pick up a shattered piece,
It's me
Now I'm just back to where I used to be
It's hard without you beside me.

For 3 years, I've depended on you to pick up the pieces
I hope this whole experience will make me stronger
I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me
Someday I hope to forgive myself.

Someday I hope to pick up the pieces,
For now I'm just breaking...

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Daddy hits,
Mommy screams,
Brother stabs,
And Sissy cleans.


And soon as she’s done,
It starts all over again,
Guns are shot,
And you bleed,
You can’t trust anyone it seems.


You’ll go to the hospital,
They’ll mend your heart,
But when you come home,
It will fall apart.


You never even have time to go to the bathroom,
Or enjoy the life you’ve been given,
Because as soon as you walk through the door,
The torture starts,
And you’re falling apart.


Someday it will end,
Your broken heart shall be mend,
They’ll pay for the pain caused,
And you will not be abused anymore.

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Abusedby ~mandyc

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This poem is deciated to all those who have been abused in their lives.

Deciated to: Patrick Hall, and Jim Coomer
©2008-2013 ~mandyc
Category: Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Spoken Word

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~quiblanc Jan 18, 2013  Student General Artist
revenge
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~Silvereyedfreak01 Apr 20, 2012
I get hit and teased and yelled and swore at buts thats how people show love right?
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~mandyc Apr 22, 2012
yea I don't really think so
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~Silvereyedfreak01 Apr 22, 2012
I know but I want them to love me so much it hurts. They work me like a servant pit me on diets call me the r-word fat etc. Hurt me let my sibs torture cause I'm different but I can't hate them or bring myself to tell someone I'm scared of the outcome my life may be a nightmare but I don't want to lose wat I got. Wat do think I should do? Sorry word vomit!
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~mandyc May 5, 2012
you probaly need to tell someone and get out of there
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~Silvereyedfreak01 May 5, 2012
Im trying it not working I will probably not live to see my birtday.
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~zooloo12345 Feb 3, 2012
MY DAD HITS ME SOMETIMES, BUT NOTHING EVER GETS THAT OUT OF HAND. I HOPE THAT ALL THE VICTIMS OF ABUSE FIND HOPE AND SOON GET WELL!!
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~Miss-Bill-Kaulitz Nov 2, 2011
very nice
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~Mizuki-san10 Aug 25, 2010
awesome! i never have been abused O_O but i like the rhythm of the words.
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~mandyc Sep 18, 2010
thanks! ;)
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