I remember the first time you called me a bitch, I was 5 and I never understood what that meant but I knew it hurt. And you told me I should strive to be anything but me.
I remember the first time you threatened to hit me. I was 7 and you said it was my fault you were angry.
I remember the day you pushed me. I was 8 and you were on your 5th drink, showing off for your friends. I still have the scars on my knees from the concrete.
I remember the day you told me to stay in my room because it was my fault you couldn't get a date. I was 10 and you locked my door, while you turned up the music and left me there for days.
I remember the day you threatened to throw me out. I was 11 and I asked for help, of course I knew you would get angry but my mind was sad and your brain cells were dying.
I remember when you married that women over summer break without telling me. I was 13 and you had known her for 2 weeks.
I remember the day you got high with her while me and my sister slept on a couch for 6 months. I was 13 and you promised to quit.
I remember the day you were arrested. Again. I was 14 and you stumbled into my room and told me it was my fault you drank to much and drove too far.
The same day you overdosed and died on that hospital bed. But those damned doctors did their job too well.
( To be continued...)
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No Longer A Victim
PoetryFor a long time I was a victim of abuse from family and friends. And in some ways I still am, but I refuse to dwell on the past and instead look forward to the future. This is a collection of poems or short ramblings that I wrote in my time of darkn...
