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Haunted Years

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Haunted Years


Hello and my name is Claire
I’m twenty three years of age and come from nowhere
When I was young my parents moved around the UK,
Every place we travelled I met friends and had expectations to stay
But he ruined everything, he used to bully mother and give her the odd black 
eye
She was so unhappy, always down, I hated seeing her beautiful brown eyes cry
So then she left and I was torn apart with the daunting option Mum or Dad
Either way I had to choose, the biggest decision ever and it scarred me feel bad
See daddies are meant to protect their little princesses and spoil them 
something rotten
But what happened between him and me, I have to tell you was ultimately rock 
bottom
Not allowed to see my Mum I needed her more than most people will ever know
He beat me to a pulp, busted my nose all with one angry blow
He went away to Amsterdam and boasted about all the gammy prozzies
He bought me odd clothes once and demanded I paraded in my new swim 
cosies’
He held my throat upon a wall and smashed into my ribs
All because I was eleven years old and told a few little fibs
He brought home different women and each one I expected was the one
But he’d find fault in each of them and that was my motherly figure gone
Terrified of what mood he would be in when he’d return on home
That was hardly ever though as I spent most of my childhood alone
So upset, victimised sick of perverted, physical, mental, emotional abuse
Is where drink, drugs, self harm, ending myself thoughts were all about to be 
introduced
He always called me fat and ugly and humiliated me in front of others
Even in front of his family and his on the job; charm lured lovers
I loved hurting myself and dragging the knife onto my shaking wrist
No one could hurt me anymore than that; not even that maniacs fist
Final blow fourteen, he shouted to me I was not washing the dishes right
I shouted back, he followed; pinned me down and grabbed my child neck real 
tight
Screaming and raging he would kill me and that I could not ever escape
Told social services again but they would not act unless I claimed rape
I refused to go back and headed to my mummy to claim my life again
Goodbye forever haunted years, thank you daddy as now I have issues against 
most men
Someone told me you’ll grow old alone in a dark room which I know is true
You had your chance and you’ll sure as hell need me before I could ever need 
or want you

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  1. Date: 6/10/2011 2:26:00 PM
    Was it you, I'm sorry. But you have a great gift.

  1. Date: 5/2/2011 2:38:00 PM
    A very tragic tale to tell, very moving and touchy write, Claire. Is this auto biographical?

  1. Date: 5/2/2011 9:20:00 AM
    A very deep poem,, Claire,, is this from life's experience.. I've been lost a few times.. but like the ending of your poem,,, we stand alone and strong... thank for sharing some dark moments,,, take care,..p.d.