End Child Abuse! :,( Repost Poem
This is a sad, but true poem about a girl named Misty who actually died of child abuse. Like her, I WAS abused as a child by my stepfather. Tons and tons of kids are being hurt and painfully abused every single day all over the world by the people that are supposed to love and take care of them, physically, verbally, emotionally, mentally, even secksually.
Misty"
My name is Misty
I'm only three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have
Made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls,
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream,
But its much too late.
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
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There are thousands of kids out there just like Misty. And you can help. And please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know
I was abused in all ways, except seckusally, but I have friends that were secksually abused as children. I was lucky enough to get up the courage to tell my mom about the abuse, and she left him. Sadly however children like Misty aren't so lucky, they have no one around even gives a darn about them, and this is the result.... Dead, gone.
My name is Misty
I'm only three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have
Made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls,
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream,
But its much too late.
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
____________________________________________________
There are thousands of kids out there just like Misty. And you can help. And please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know
I was abused in all ways, except seckusally, but I have friends that were secksually abused as children. I was lucky enough to get up the courage to tell my mom about the abuse, and she left him. Sadly however children like Misty aren't so lucky, they have no one around even gives a darn about them, and this is the result.... Dead, gone.
9 Comments
I made on of these thank you for making it!
Your welcome
awww this is so sad. but it was a very good poem
how were you abused? IM SO SORRY. i was a tiny bit abused but i was afraid it would get worse.
I was beaten by my ex stepdad for stupid little things like spilling juice, or leaving the curtain open when I was 7 years old! It was like wtf did he expect a perfect 7 year old?! I got hit with a metal baseball bat once, and another time I was picked up by my neck and thrown into the wall! I think he abused me because I was in the way of him and my mom, and he wanted me out of the picture.
im so sorry. i had nothing nearly that bad. a few times my stepdad grabbed me by the neck. another time he punched me in the nose and gave me a nosebleed. another time he shoved me off a chair because he was mad, i was only five and i was playing at my makeup stand. he treats his daughter; my half-sister way better.
That's not right, just because you weren't his biological kid, doesn't mean he had the right to treat you like crap!
yeah i know. the explenation he used was that after he got married to my mom when i was 6 i started being mean to him. its like how can he still hold a grudge?! i was only freakin 6 years old. i didnt know any better than that. i know it a lie thouhg. he treats his little angle like a princess and ignores us. your situation was way worse. i feel bad now. i shouldnt be complaining. i have it good compared to others. :(
Not only would he hit, and beat beat me, he would yell and holler horrible mean things like "you're a worthless piece of sh-- that needs to die!" and "They should've drowned you as a newborn!" he never secksually abused me or anything, but that was still very awful D;