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Fight Back
I blamed myself for everything
All my tears all my pain
Every bruise every scar
But now I’ve realized it’s gone to far
Because of her I’d cry at night
And now I see that I’m able to fight
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
And though I thought it was my fault
For all of this brutal assault
I thought that I did something wrong
And I took me a little too long
Now I am able to see
That it was not because of me
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
A piece of me died with every hit and every curse
I sat there as she’d beat me and things just got worse
One time I tried to stop her but it only made her mad
She beat me on a regular basis and wasn’t the slightest bit sad
My dad was never around, he was always at work
He’d come home after I was asleep and never knew how much I hurt
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
I’d walk around with two black eyes
When people asked I’d make up lies
I’d close my eyes and I’d dream
That she didn’t have to be so violent and mean
At night I’d pray for different things
Like for god to take and give me wings
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
I suppose she got joy from watching me in pain
I’m glad it’s over, I was going insane
But now I’m gone and did not pack
I left with him and won’t be back
For god has taken and set me free
Yet I still with this never happened to me
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I blamed myself for everything
All my tears all my pain
Every bruise every scar
But now I’ve realized it’s gone to far
Because of her I’d cry at night
And now I see that I’m able to fight
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
And though I thought it was my fault
For all of this brutal assault
I thought that I did something wrong
And I took me a little too long
Now I am able to see
That it was not because of me
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
A piece of me died with every hit and every curse
I sat there as she’d beat me and things just got worse
One time I tried to stop her but it only made her mad
She beat me on a regular basis and wasn’t the slightest bit sad
My dad was never around, he was always at work
He’d come home after I was asleep and never knew how much I hurt
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
I’d walk around with two black eyes
When people asked I’d make up lies
I’d close my eyes and I’d dream
That she didn’t have to be so violent and mean
At night I’d pray for different things
Like for god to take and give me wings
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
I suppose she got joy from watching me in pain
I’m glad it’s over, I was going insane
But now I’m gone and did not pack
I left with him and won’t be back
For god has taken and set me free
Yet I still with this never happened to me
Help Millions of Children Fight Back Against Child Abuse!
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Abuse
There was a girl in a suburban town,
So beautiful,
Her hair was brown.
Friends with everyone,
With her,
Life was fun.
Day after day,
In sweet teenage bliss,
No one would guess,
that she feels like this.
Never a frown,
No one would guess her life was crashing down.
No one could guess she was being beat,
Or the fate that she would meet.
She always had on her sleeves,
And always walked away fast as she leaves.
I never would've known of the bruise...
And then one day she was on the news.
It said:
"Today in a suburban town
A girl has died..."
Her hair was brown.
Her dad had beat her till she died.
Yet there is no
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Child Abuse
She tries not to cry as her dad beats her harder with the bat. A small tear escapes from the corner of her eye. He hits her even harder as he sees the small spec of salt water run down her face. She curls up into a small ball and takes a brutual beating to her back. Luckily her dad is using the wooden baseball bat this time.
The next day she wakes up on the living room floor in the same position. She gets up slowly and makes sure her dad isn't around. She looks out the window, his truck's gone, he's gone to work. She quickly grabs her school bag and heads out the door.
On her walk to school she adjusts her jacket sleeves to hide the welts
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Child Abuse.
So she lies there in her wake,
Thinking what was her mistake?
The warm handprint upon her face,
is making her heartbeat race,
Her father can just stand and stare,
The mother screams in her despair.
Fragile kate is fading fast,
her happy life is in the past.
Lying in a pool of blood,
she wonders about her livelyhood,
And then she falls asleep.
Her friends gather round and shout and weep.
Her best friend takes the gun to her head,
shouting it shoud have been me instead.
But nobody knows the pain they bare,
All because Daddy put kate there.
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