Wrote a Poem about Abuse

[NotYourMaid]

I am trash

that’s been kicked to the curb,

I bleed,

and nobody sees.

The only one that sees…

takes glee.

 

And yet…

Still my heart beats,

with rage and fury,

with pain,

with the demand to be seen…

 

With the will to live…

challenged each day…

 

I am trash

discarded by all,

to be trampled and beaten,

forgotten,

on the ground.

 

I am trash

curled like a crumpled paper,

with rain-soaked tears

wearing me down.

 

And still my heart beats…

it burns and silently screams,

pounding against it’s invisible cage…

 

A cage,

made by the one who claims to love,

made by the one who claims…

that I am trash.

[NotYourMaid]

I just remember that in the UK, you don’t use the word trash, you use rubbish, right? I don’t know if you use the word curb…

[wildgeese]

Hey I loved your poem- trash is fine instead of rubbish- it sound better here.

 

Thank you I especially liked

I bleed

and nobody sees

I recognise that in my own recovery. No one knows the grief and pain you have to go through after abuse. It’s so sad.

Keep demanding to be seen x

But it does get better. Times get easier and less stressful and you start to look ahead more than back. Keep

[StrongLife]

Trash is fine – I knew it was rubbish and either is used here.

Good work on your poem

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