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The abused

The abused we know so well it comes. from the ones that love us the most. They took are 
love and ripped it apart, with there abuse they put us through without a care. It made us live 
a lie and never see the happiness that’s inside, our soul. We missed trusted God and all we 
could feel a blood thirsty hate, for everyone even our self, we had no trust in. All we did 
seem to do us wrong and gets us abused, and our  hearts broke inside. No one can see are 
pain, but the other that’s been abused we have a war inside our souls. That we try to win but 
the abused just seem to much. We hide like a child that’s ran away from home. The parents 
want to know why, but they can’t remember the abuse all they want to know is why. The 
abused hide the truth inside and keeps the secrets holding them deep inside. They can 
sometimes sleep at night with out the dreams of horror in there mind. The abused they often 
wonder why.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 5/7/2016 3:30:00 AM
angelia dawson, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. *SKAT*
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Date: 9/3/2008 7:33:00 AM
whoa this is so sad :( but it opens your eyes and is out there. Great writing, like Christy said, I wonder if the people who abuse ever feel bad about it. Blessings, ~Michaela~
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Date: 9/3/2008 1:48:00 AM
Wow. what a sad poem, but one that needed to be said! Well done and thank you for your kind comments. Peace Always Fathima
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Date: 8/29/2008 1:23:00 PM
this is a touching piece of poetry and so sad
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Date: 8/28/2008 4:42:00 PM
This is so sad. I wonder if people that abuse ever feel ashamed of themselves...one day it will come back to them....Always, Christy
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