Child Abuse Story From Connor G
by Connor G
(United Kingdom)
Hurt Poem:
i was hurt
he made me fill bad
he made me think of my mum
he made me fill sad
he wanted me to do stuff
he wanted me to do anything
i dont know why
but he also wanted me to sing
my blood was riseing
my head full of my past
is this my last hour
it was going fast
his hand made me fill stressed
i blammed myself for this
all i could think of were happy memories
or my favorite film abyis
he finally let me go
but i cryed the next day
sickness came apon me
he got his way
i sat on my bed
waiting for sleep
my mum would stare at me
just for a peek
i never realised that i was loved
by my parents and sister
they would help me if i was hurt
no matter how small a blister
but now im safe
and no longer alone
but when i was with him
i wanted to be home
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