The Pain Game

Hey Boondocks! This piece was painful to write, for I have dealt with two out of the three. If you are going through abuse by someone else or yourself, get help. Tell a trusted friend or adult. They will help you whether its a place to live or counseling. For little you know they have gone through the same exact thing. Stay Strong Boonies.

Three Abusers

Im afraid

of you.

To be near ,

to hug you.

One touch sends a shutter down my spine,

Your words hurt me.

Telling me Im stupid, useless, unperfected

when I try to be it miss pleases you

For once I wish you called me beautiful

Loved me, cared about me.

You push me away with your words

When I need you the most

I can't tell you

Because im afraid of being disowned 

Everyday your words echo through my head

Something I dread hearing

For what I hear hurts me.

You are verbal abuse

BASH CLASH

goes the glass beer you through at me

cutting my arms and face.

Then you take me by the wrists to show me a lesson

by bashing me against the wall over and over.

Throwing me across the room like a game.

The anger in your eyes burns like fire.

What did I ever do to you?

What did I do to deserve this?

Ive been left with busies and black eyes.

Scares and cuts in my arms and face.

I look to my left and right

As people stare

trying to find a reason

of why i look like this.

You physical abuse.

No one likes me

No body cares

If I live or die

At least thats what the world says.

I should just give up.

I can't do anything right

Everything I touch gets ruined.

Inside demons hide,

Where my imperfections

my true self is kept locked up.

I wanna escape from these people,

this town, this world.

I wanna be in my own.

Where I can be my self

and create my own friends.

Where I have love, care, and home.

You mental abuse.

I am here

a warm welcome

a friend.

You are strong and courageous

You are powerful and kind.

You have no need to live this way.

Take it from me.

The one who lived this life.

Don't fall for the labels and judgements.

For you see, you know the truth 

Those who care will know.

The real you. 

Put your hand on your heart.

Feel that,

That is called purpose.

For you deserve much better.

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