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Array ( [sid] => 57777 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Bitter Memories. [time] => 2004-07-27 14:44:33 [hometext] => I still can't let go of what he did to me 2 years on. I guess i'll be scarred for for-ever. I'll never forgive him! My mum acts like she wants me too some times... But I CAN'T! [bodytext] => He's polluted my insides,
With toxic spray.
Every time he touched me.
He rotted me away.

He began the abuse.
When I was only 9 years of age.
He cracked my youth.
With his dirty games.

He said to keep quiet.
So I did.
I suffered 3 years of abuse!
When I could have stopped it.

I was scared of him.
Of what he might do to me.
And when the truth came out.
He just lied through his teeth.

My dad called me a "lier",
And took my brothers side.
It wrapped me up in emotional "barbed wire",
It tore me up inside.

My mum looked straight through me.
Then, finally said.
That she wouldn't take sides.
You could see it was hurting her head.
You could see she was ripped inside.
For me...
I EMOTIONALLY DIED!

I'm still scarred!
DON'T FORGET THAT BIT!
Don't exspect me to love him!
I WANT HIM DEAD! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 61 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )

Bitter Memories.

Contributed by deathdrop on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 02:44:33 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

He's polluted my insides,
With toxic spray.
Every time he touched me.
He rotted me away.

He began the abuse.
When I was only 9 years of age.
He cracked my youth.
With his dirty games.

He said to keep quiet.
So I did.
I suffered 3 years of abuse!
When I could have stopped it.

I was scared of him.
Of what he might do to me.
And when the truth came out.
He just lied through his teeth.

My dad called me a "lier",
And took my brothers side.
It wrapped me up in emotional "barbed wire",
It tore me up inside.

My mum looked straight through me.
Then, finally said.
That she wouldn't take sides.
You could see it was hurting her head.
You could see she was ripped inside.
For me...
I EMOTIONALLY DIED!

I'm still scarred!
DON'T FORGET THAT BIT!
Don't exspect me to love him!
I WANT HIM DEAD!

Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-07-27 14:44:33]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Bitter Memories. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 03:15:44 PM AEST
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OMG!! I'm sorry you had to experience that..... No one should have to go thru that pian and abuse.....
This must have been difficult to write..
Hugs
Jenni

Re: Bitter Memories. (User Rating: 1 )
by BrandySwanson on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 03:20:38 PM AEST
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this is so sad. I was abused by my own uncles when they would get drunk. I can relate to this and your pain you are going through. I shot one of my uncles when I was 15 1/2 he was on top of me in my own bed room I had a gun lying next to me at the time.I spent time in prison for it but they didn't know why I shot him and still dont. he had been abusing me since I was like 8 & 11 then he thought he would try it when I was 15 1/2. I kinda hate that I shot him but theres no turning back time at least he cant bother me no more.

Brandy

Re: Bitter Memories. (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Wednesday, 28th July 2004 @ 06:16:18 AM AEST
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wow very powerful poem, full of past pain and trauma... I am so sorry that you had to go through this *hugs*

it's better if you get it out than keep it all locked away inside you ... takecare

pixie xx

Re: Bitter Memories. (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothik_Twitch on Saturday, 21st August 2004 @ 04:41:18 AM AEST
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I want to cry becuase it sounds so familuar but i know something happend but i dont know what, iam dissotiative and stuff and i just wish i knew if and when and how and why something happend. at least you remember. i would rather rember then be in the dark.
I liked the write. very powerfull.

Re: Bitter Memories. (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothik_Twitch on Saturday, 21st August 2004 @ 04:43:21 AM AEST
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I want to cry becuase it sounds so familuar but i know something happend but i dont know what, iam dissotiative and stuff and i just wish i knew if and when and how and why something happend. at least you remember. i would rather rember then be in the dark.
I liked the write. very powerfull.

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