Abuse

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    CLOSED! RESULTS AT BOTTOM!!! :)

    Hey Guys,
    Ok so I'm officially obsessed with these contest things. But I have another one. :)
    I want you to write about abuse. Preferably about physical abuse but you can also write about abuse of drugs or alcohol. It can be old or new and it can even have been used in another contest.

    The Rules:
    1) No profanity ("hell" does not count but anything else will be disqualified even if it's spelled differently than normal)
    2) No religious references (strictly b/c everyone's beliefs differ and I want to make sure this is a fair contest)
    3) No slang (I think it takes away from the flow and seriousness of a poem)

    Ok, Awards:
    1) 5 comments
    2) 3 comments
    3) 1 comment
    and if there are a lot of entries then I will add two honorable mentions.

    Have fun!!!

  • Gem
    18 years ago

    I wanna reserve!! lol

  • Mommy And Me
    18 years ago

    i want to reserve as well... a few years ago i written a one that would go perfect.. now i just need to find it.. haha

    and if not iwill write a new one.

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    I'm happy to see the entries and reserves. And I have acknowledged the reserves I'm just not writing them down, so don't worry...have fun! :)

  • xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
    18 years ago

    'No profanity'... Includes rape? I know it probably does, but I want to be positive, because I have the perfect poem for this contest and I got really excited...

    And I can post the link if needed...

    xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

  • Lauren Waszkiewicz
    18 years ago

    yea i had the same question,. because the one i want to enter is about it-well it could be, that is some people's interpretation.. but it never actually says it. it has no swear words or anything.. maybe you could read it and tell me if its okay?

  • BECCA lessTHANthree
    18 years ago

    whens the dead line?

  • BECCA lessTHANthree
    18 years ago

    okay well i dont know if this contest is over but im guessing not bc theres not that many entries so i hope this poem is okay its about drug abuse... if its not okay please let me know

    "Under the influence"

    Under the influence
    that’s where he hides
    Away from reality
    trying to die

    Trying to leave
    it hurts me so bad
    If only he knew
    All that he had

    He stumbles and falls
    he makes me cry
    Makes me wish
    That I could die

    But I cant
    Just fade away
    I need to live
    I need to stay

    Up long nights
    Waiting for him
    So that I
    Can tuck him in

    I love him so
    but he’s not real
    intoxicated
    Too numb to feel

    he is mean
    Yells real loud
    Laughs as he
    Pushes me down

    under the influence
    is where he hides
    where he was lost
    where daddy died

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    Ok...about rape. That's fine because that's a type of abuse.....when I said profanity I meant swear words and things that are just plain crude. But rape is fine. And I'll post the deadline as soon as I have a better idea of how many are gonna enter. Thanks!:)

  • xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
    18 years ago

    Thank you. I think and hope you like it.
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    The Bells Chime

    Rusting bells chime in a towered distance,
    Sounding quietly against the night's resistance,
    Picking up sounds you will beg to escape;
    Screams to be heard is a prisoner of rape.

    Eight- thousand stars cry out to help the victim.
    Around the stars night grows cold; ice storm falls numb
    Trying to speak of a treacherous tale.
    Knowing it can't speak, the wind begins to wail.

    Bells shudder and chime, cracking under the screams,
    Reaching out to save the withered, lost dreams.

    Snow falls loudly; for the victim needed to hush;
    The night turns away in utter disgust.
    The snow dashing over icing, streaming tears,
    The man of a thousand words creates our fears.

    As ringing bells chime in a towered distance,
    Breaking the creeping silence for an instant.

    With a shuttering cry the night gives away,
    To whisper of the tragic tales to the day.
    The day then lurches out, crying in dismay,
    About the withered lies; bloodied they lay.

    As the man takes a soul that is only half there,
    Silence over takes the tolling bells that stare.
    Of this terrible dream that does not protest,
    Those who do not dream certainly are blessed.

    xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    Great job...keep 'em coming!

  • Lauren Waszkiewicz
    18 years ago

    well she said it was okay. =]

  • Lauren Waszkiewicz
    18 years ago

    Not sure if this is okay. just tell me if it isnt and i'll delete it. or post a different one. =]

    Wilted
    x3 Lauren

    Wilting
    The Flower Dies
    Silently
    The Petals Fall

    She's been broken.
    She's been Torn into two.

    Once, the flower grew
    Shades of every color-
    Swirling within the petals.

    Her soul blossomed,
    She Was Alive.

    Then the rain, the storm Rose
    Her delicate petals could never withstand
    The pouring rain, the hail, then the fire.

    She's broken down
    Because of him.

    He tormented, abandoned,
    Left her out in the cold.
    First he lied to her.
    Said he'd never hurt her.

    Then he pushed her,
    too far for her fragile self.
    on that cold December night,
    he took it too far.

    Then she crumbled..
    Because of him she crumbled.
    Flower no longer.
    Sicken by the weed.
    Poisoned.

    And now the flower's wilted.
    No longer a beauty.
    The colors have now faded.
    She's gone.

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    Excuse me, Mr. Shank. I would really appreciate it if you left the judging to me. And then when you hold a contest you can tell the contestants what's acceptable. Otherwise really good poems might not make it b/c they feel a poem on rape isn't an acceptable poem when I said it was ok. Thank you.

  • ShadowedPhoenix
    18 years ago

    Tell Me Another Lie

    She picked up the broken glass,
    Hoping in her heart it would be the last
    He knelt down beside her, it's usually what he'd do,
    and muttered questioning words, "I Love You?"

    Another day, another fight,
    All this crying, punching, kicking never made it right,
    "Tell me another lie?" She said,
    As her body and heart bled.....

    "I never meant to hurt you,
    emotionally and physically, it's true."
    But he'd uttered it all before, and he saw
    by doing this he would escape the law!

    Abuse is not a luxury,
    it's a crime!
    She sat listening,
    silently crying inside....

    "Baby you know I love you!
    It's just sometimes......I have to do what I gotta do!"
    How many more bruises to hide?
    Now more frequently she was forced to lie!

    "It's hurts so bad!" She cried,
    tears flew quickly from her eyes.
    "But I don't believe these lies!
    Because it's the same every time!"

    "You promise you'll stop, change,
    but more frequently your flying into rage!"
    She bit her bottom lip, waiting,
    For him to hit her, silence her pain.

    He looked at her with tears in his eyes,
    "This time it's no lie,
    I promise my Angel! How did it come to this?
    your innocence and silence is what i miss."

    "You stole my innocence, now i get the blame,
    months with you and my life was never the same!"
    He replied, "But believe me I love you, doesn't that make it fine?
    I had to hit you coz you crossed the line!"

    "Tell me another lie?" She bitterly replied.
    She waited, escaping her mouth came a sigh!
    "Tell me another lie??"
    "You don't love me, never did, just wanted me to cry!"

    He choked,"I'll tell you a lie,
    I wanted to love you and not see you cry."
    The truth stabbed like a 1000 knives,
    But a sense of freedom came from the man who once ruined her life....

    She stood up, forceful and strong,
    "I'm leaving! I'm right and your wrong!
    Goodbye but I can't feel this 1 more day,
    And I no longer care what you gotta say!"

    "Come back." He screamed,
    But she kept walking away, crying silently.
    No more pain, freedom,
    But what do you do with all this?

    Looking back that was years ago...
    And what i did with it you'll never need to know!
    But he's gone and I'm happy and free,
    All because i FINALLY found the courage to leave!

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    I apologize, for I surely did not want to have an attitude. So I'm sorry. Um, are you also sluvious? I saw the same name but it's two different accounts. Just wondering. Thank You.

  • xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
    18 years ago

    Mr. Shank--
    Thank you for the compliment on my poem. I greatly appreciate and am joyful that you liked it. Thank you, once again.

    xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    I'm really sorry, Beloved, but one of the rules is no religious references. I hate that cause I love the poem. But I can't judge it fairly b/c my beliefs differ so I don't agree with it. But I would love it if you would enter a new on b/c you have a great talent for striking up emotion. Sorry again...but please re-enter. Thanks! :)
    ~Midnight Sun

  • ŘÅÇĦ♥
    18 years ago

    OKay I dunno if this works but mine is sexual abuse.

    You took a part of me
    by ŘÅÇĦ♥

    Laughter all around me
    But behind it all, I shed silent tears.
    I told him no;
    I pleaded to just be left alone.
    My demands were ignored
    As I lost it all-
    My self-esteem, my confidence, my happiness
    All went running out the door.
    I was screaming inside
    But nothing came out of my mouth.
    I was waiting for the person I loved
    And he took a piece of me

    I can’t forget it.
    It’s not like someone said something rude to me.
    I could forget that.
    It’s different.
    He took something from me
    That I can never get back.
    It’s like a tape-
    Stopping, rewinding, forwarding
    Over and over again,
    Constantly reminding me that he won
    And all the times I have failed.

    I just want it to go away.
    I want to trust the people I once trusted.
    I want my support from my school.
    Most of all, I want my life back.

  • e LIZ a beth
    18 years ago

    im going to be submitting a poem a little later. i was just curious as to when this contest will be ending. so i have some time frame.

  • Avrii Monrielle
    18 years ago

    oh okay... ill just edit that 1 out :) sorry ^^

  • *Charisma*
    18 years ago

    Story of My Scars

    A close friend of mine once asked if she could share
    The story of her life right there with me
    I knew of her battered body and thought to myself
    What dark secrets could there be?

    On the park bench in the pure light of the day
    She pulled up the sleeve of her sweater,
    Said, "I want you to meet my dad. He's there.
    This was when he wasn't feeling better."

    Then she rolled up her pants leg to expose her calf
    Carrying a blue bruise similar to her arm
    "This is daddy just a little too drunk on Sunday
    But he swears he wouldn't do me any harm."

    Next she lifted up her long brown braid
    To expose a scar much smaller in size
    "He was hurting mom, so I tried to help her,
    I'd turned as he aimed for my sullen eyes."

    When I thought she was done telling her story
    As the tears flooded my friends face
    She showed me one more as she wiped off her makeup
    Never knew of this one's dear place.

    "This is when I tried to leave home, to get help.
    Dad didn't like the thought of me going.
    Please tell me you never knew it was there
    Makeup's all I got to keep it from showing."

    I held her hand tighter as I wiped her tears and mine
    And said, "No, I've never seen it before.
    You're more beautiful and special than any other girl
    You can't take this abuse anymore."

    So we walked to the police station a block away
    And showed the bruises as evidence of the pain.
    My friend's been healed from the outside for years
    But inside she'll never be quite the same.

    Still, she smiles more than she used to do
    And she now helps others know they can take a stand
    Just yesterday she saw her father for the first time
    And she says that he's a much better man.

    He doesn't hit her and she doesn't hurt
    He swears his love is all he'll ever give
    But if she hadn't stood up for what was right
    My friend may not have even lived.

    By: Charisma*
    (i had written it for this contest, but wasn't sure I should post it. Hope you like it though!)

  • Twisted Heart
    18 years ago

    With Closed Eyes, She Sleeps
    by Twisted Heart

    A lost and lonely girl here sleeps
    Upon the dusty floor she lays
    Curled up within herself she weeps
    And grieves the death of better days.

    Her hair is tangled from neglect
    With dirty face and dirty hands
    Tattered clothes in which she's dressed
    Cover bruises, cuts, and bloody bands.

    The wind comes through the open door
    It blows her hair across her face
    It pushes at her on the floor
    And makes her shiver in cold's embrace.

    The screams of pain inside her rage
    A sound her heart has come to know
    She should be dreaming at this age
    But innocence was stolen long ago.

    Now distant are her dreams escape
    For night has drifted in so fast
    She wills herself to find a place
    To hide from hands of anger's grasp.

    She hears him coming up the stairs
    She seals herself inside her tomb
    He'll try to hurt her, but she swears
    He'll not find her in this room.

    She hears his steps they grow in sound
    He's almost here outside her door
    She takes the razor and cuts a round
    And watches blood drops on the floor.

    The door is open to her fate
    This man no longer has the power
    Her heart and soul safe from his rape
    Just a shell of her left in this tower.

    No longer does she feel the pain
    Or hear the screams inside her mind
    All is quiet but the red blood rain
    That whisks away this little child.

    Now she's feeling comfort's warmth
    She's safe and free from his reach
    As he kicks the lifeless form
    With closed eyes, she finally sleeps.

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    Ok I'm gonna say that January 3rd is the cut-off date and then I'll judge it by January 6th. These are all really great so keep it up!!! :)
    ~Midnight Sun

  • Avrii Monrielle
    18 years ago

    Dry Tears

    A gray sheet turning the sky into an ultimate expression
    People whispering without the slightest discretion
    Huddled crouds trying to catch the light
    In one small house, you can hear two people fight

    Mama and Papa screaming and hollering
    A little girl covering her ears, no sense of belonging
    A click of the shutters as the day turns black
    Baby brother doesn't know the burden on his back

    The parents argue, a flight of fists
    Little girl wishes she didn't remember this
    Her parents heavy drinkers, she can hear slurring words
    A thousandth beer on the wall, brown glass on the floor

    At 2 a.m. the house turns quiet
    The lights click off and the door shuts
    Hearing a screech of the gas pedal
    A squeal of tires and they're gone

    Mama cries, she doesn't remember
    Her wrists tied with barbed wire to the bed
    A bruised face and punched mouth
    Her baby's almost dead

    Baby brother has a bag
    Wrapped around his head
    Tied feet and hands
    Circulation cut with thin thread

    Sister is on the ground, blood just barely staying in
    Bruises, cuts and batters decorating her skin
    Daddy was drunk, he knew better
    But the crime he made was sin

    Little girl remembers sitting in mommy's lap
    With little brother smiling
    Laughing a first-tooth laugh
    A memory she'll always treasure

    Reaching the night stand
    She reaches slowly and knocks off the phone
    This little girl was smart, even from an abusive home
    Small fingers punch 3 digits, holding tightly with a trembling hand

    She wakes up in a white room
    People tell her that daddy won't hurt her here
    She simply shakes her head
    Crying out in fear

    "Where is everyone?" she cries
    They all comfort her with lies
    She answers with tears in her eyes,
    "I never got to say goodbye"

    That little girl lives with a sad memory
    Knowing little of reality
    The little girl who was found
    And had a second chance

    She and others
    Live with fosters
    But in better homes than what they had
    She will never again be hurt by her mom or dad

    Someone wiped her dry tears
    Got rid of all her fears
    She is not alone; she has a home
    From now on, she will never be sad
    __________

    *Okay... theres one last stanza, but it had religion in it so i edited it... is this qualified?*

  • donna
    18 years ago

    Little Girl So Bad?

    I'm just a young girl,
    and don't understand.
    Why my Daddy,
    always raises his hand.

    Days on end locked in my room,
    my life so full of fears.
    Although he hurts me frequently,
    I have to hide my tears.

    I try to be good,
    I promise I do.
    But still more beatings,
    he puts me through.

    I'm glad it's just me though,
    he leaves my siblings alone.
    He spares them from seeing,
    he gets me on my own.

    They all went out,
    to a theme park today.
    He said I'd been bad,
    home alone I had to stay.

    I had to do the ironing,
    the pile was so high.
    At least I could watch T.V,
    to help the time fly by.

    When they all got back,
    he saw the tele' on.
    He got angry once again,
    told me I'd done it wrong.

    I could not see the creases,
    but I managed to stay calm.
    As he took the iron from me,
    and placed it on my arm.

    My little sisters birthday,
    I made her breakfast in bed.
    I didn't do my Daddy some,
    I guess he just saw red.

    This was the first time,
    I remember Mummy being there.
    She didn't try to stop him,
    I guess she too was scared.

    She came up to me afterwards,
    and asked if I was okay.
    'yes' I calmly told her,
    as she turned and walked away.

    Then as I got older,
    everything came to light.
    Why it was only me,
    whom my Daddy would fight.

    I believed everything they told me,
    thought I was really bad.
    Then found out the truth,
    he was only my step dad.

    Why did my real Daddy leave me,
    when I was only three?
    Guess I was bad then, also,
    and he couldn't cope with me.

    Now that I'm an adult,
    I'm stronger than before.
    Still the memories and unanswered questions,
    hurt me deep down to the core.

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    Absolutely, Beloved. I'm very glad you re-entered...you are very talented. And I love your poems. :)
    ~Midnight Sun

  • e LIZ a beth
    18 years ago

    i'll go; or you'll leave:

    Daddy where are you?
    Where can you be?
    I can’t seem to find you
    When you’re in front of me

    You drink all day
    And you drink all night
    You push me around
    And it isn’t right

    You tell me you love me
    That you do care
    But if you really did,
    Then the bruise wouldn’t be there

    You see me in pain
    You watch me cry
    Yet you still drink
    As my happiness dies.

    Your fine in the morning
    But once the afternoon hits
    You sit down and drink
    And you through your fists

    You push me down
    You kick and you scream
    you think its okay
    but i disagree

    I can’t take it anymore
    The constant pressure
    To watch what I say
    So I don’t get hurt.

    But no matter what
    I do or say
    You’ll always drink
    Your way is your way.

    But if this goes on
    I’m letting you know
    That I’ll have to leave
    Or you’ll have to go.

  • Jenni Marie
    18 years ago


    I Can't Take This Anymore

    I'm eating breakfast
    Sitting in my chair
    Today there are no bruises on my face
    And that is rare.

    I yearn comfort and affection
    Happiness and love
    Instead over my mouth
    I feel someone's glove.

    A gloved hand
    Pressing hard against me
    I can't help it
    The wails come free.

    But today it is peaceful
    All day long I play
    Making stick figures
    Out of clay.

    But now it is tonight
    And he is home
    And suddenly I am
    Left all alone.

    Where did my mummy go?
    I hear a slamming door.

    He picks me up in his arms
    I start to shriek-can't stay calm.
    He shouts at me to be quiet
    Tells me not to make such a riot.

    Then I feel it on my face-SLAP
    I feel it on my belly-WHACK
    I think one of my ribs is about to break
    I don't know how much more I can take.

    He throws me on the chair
    And slowly strips me bare.
    Why is he touching me there?
    Why is he pulling my hair?

    Why are his hands roaming all over me?
    Why wont he let me free?
    What is that hard thing pressed against me?
    I squirm, but he holds me still with his knee.

    Suddenly I'm in agony
    I feel like I'm being ripped apart
    He's breaking my innocent heart.

    He is making funny sounds
    And checks to make sure no one is around
    After making sure he's safe
    He wonders what else he can take.

    He's pinching me hard
    Laughing like it's a game
    I cry even louder
    He really is insane.

    He bends my fingers back
    Farther and farther they go
    Snap-Snap-Snap
    They couldn't take it anymore.

    Blood is running down my face
    My lips are swollen and bruised
    I'm helpless to defend myself
    I feel really confused.

    Finally he has had enough
    He yanks my clothes back on
    And in just a second or so
    He has gone.

    He returns a minute later
    Holding bandages and creams
    He roughly cleans me up
    In the hope of making my cuts unseen.

    I know why he is doing this
    It's so my mummy doesn't know
    Just what he does to me and
    That the Devil lives at his core.

    He'll make excuses for my broken bones
    Tell people I tripped
    Tell them I am clumsy
    and they'll never guess I was stripped.

    My mummy will never suspect
    She'll never guess what's real
    Only he and I
    Know the real deal.

    'It's our little secret'
    He always whispers to me
    'And if you tell anyone
    I'll never let you free.'

    TWO YEARS LATER

    I'm sitting on my bed
    Unable to believe what I've just done
    I remember his terrible scream
    'you think you've won?

    You're a psycho and
    We ought to have drowned you at birth'
    Is what he yelled
    As he forced me to eat dirt.

    Now he and mummy are downstairs
    And I can hear them yell
    Why oh why
    Did I have to tell?

    I can hear thuds now
    I can hear loud slaps
    I close my eyes tight
    listening to mummy get whacked.

    I wish I had never told
    I just wanted the pain to end
    I wanted to know why
    he never treated me like a friend.

    Instead he treated me like a rabid dog
    Used me for his amusement and fun
    I glance around the room
    And my eyes land on the gun.

    I know how to use it
    I've watched him enough times
    And if I use it
    Maybe everything will be just fine.

    The fight is getting louder
    I can hear mummy begging him to stop
    She shouldn't do that
    It usually sends him over the top.

    Better to be submissive
    To do as he says
    Just take the beating quietly
    And eventually he's okay.

    I walk over to the gun
    Staring hard at it
    Images flashing through my mind
    the kicks, the pinches and many hits.

    The pain as he took my virginity
    The humiliation as he used me for a game
    The anger at what he did to me
    The sadness when I realized he's insane.

    I pick up the gun
    It's small and light
    I know deep down I shouldn't do this
    But I don't know how else to make it right.

    The fight downstairs is escalating
    As I place the gun against my head
    In just another minute or so
    I'll finally be dead.

    I'm going up to Heaven
    And I plan to ask God why
    Why he put me through all this pain
    And why he made me cry.

    'I'm Sorry,' I quietly whisper to my mum
    And before I change my mind I fire that gun.

    Now everything is peaceful
    There is no more pain
    And no longer do I have to
    Play his stupid games.

    Now I have two important questions to ask God when I find him:

    Why did he hurt me so bad at just three years old
    And why did I take my own life at five years old?

  • Avrii Monrielle
    18 years ago

    thank u :)

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    Hey LoveSux...I'm sorry but I can't count your poem b/c it gets religious at the end. But I hate it because your poem was absolutely amazing. I would love it if you'd re-enter. I mean you have great talent and I hate that I can't count it. Just think about it! :)! Thanks!!!

  • BECCA lessTHANthree
    18 years ago

    when are the winners going to be chosen?

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    I'm judging on the 6th of January but the deadline is the 3rd. Have fun!

  • IdTakeABulletForYou
    18 years ago

    POEM TITLE: UNSUNG
    Poem:

    I'm scared to run away from you
    i fear you'll search me out
    these bruises that won't go away
    -- no one will know about...

    i'm scared to leave this life behind
    the outcomes that result...
    i cannot tell a single soul
    i know you would find out

    you hurt me bad, you strike me hard
    (i'll never call you dad)
    you make the tears fall down so fast
    you break my heart in half

    i'm just a broken baby boy
    you cause me so much pain
    just what on earth did i do wrong?
    what makes you act this way

    and i am scared of you so much
    but there's no time to think
    you hit me more, and more, and more
    to depths my black eyes sink

    oh, you'll never be a father
    although, you do not care
    i'm merely just a dummy
    that you beat; no love lives there

    and such a surging angst resides
    inside this soul, so young
    forever, dad, you've molded me
    into a soul unsung...

    hope that you enjoyed. Please comment/vote/both on the poem if you would soley like to do so:

    http://www.friendship-poems.com/poems.php?id=816854

  • Jenni Marie
    18 years ago

    How about if I change the last couple of stanza's?
    I would love to re enter, although I doubt I will be able to write one by tomorrow.
    If I could do that let me know.
    xx

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    I think I'll move the date to the 6th that it ends and that I'll judge...that way you can change your poem. Glad you decided to and thanks for following the rules. Hope to see it soon! Have fun! :)
    ~Midnight Sun

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    Only 3 more days! Hurry!!! :)

  • Midnight Sun
    18 years ago

    I'll prolly judge it in the afternoon on Saturday. But I'd rather judge it Friday afternoon if possible. So hurry! :)

  • Jenni Marie
    18 years ago

    It Started As A Joke

    It started as a joke
    I just called him a name
    I really didn't think
    That it would cause him pain.

    It started as a joke
    I just gave him a little push
    I really didn't think
    That it would all get too much.

    It started as a joke
    I just knocked over his drink
    I really didn't stop
    Just to think.

    It started as a joke
    I just put gum in his hair
    I really didn't think
    He'd feel like no one cared.

    It started as a joke
    I just ripped up his work
    I really didn't think
    He'd feel like dirt.

    It started as a joke
    I just laughed when he fell
    I really didn't know
    How he felt-I just couldn't tell.

    It started as a joke
    I just threw eggs at him
    I really didn't think
    That this was a sin.

    It started as a joke
    I just laughed when he struggled with life
    I really didn't think
    My actions would cause so much strife.

    It started as a joke
    But I made him cry
    I really didn't think
    To life he'd say goodbye.

    It started as a joke
    But he's been missing for days
    I really didn't think
    I'd make him go away.

    It started as a joke
    But now I'm starting to worry
    I really didn't think
    I'd cause so much fury.

    I went over to his house
    To see just where he went
    His mother answered the door
    Her face shriveled and bent.

    I asked where he was
    And her face twisted with pain
    'He died last week' she whispered
    I gasped-why did I play this game?

    She hands me a note to read
    And I unfold the page
    I want to break down and cry
    But I'm overcome with rage.

    I begin to read this letter
    And as I do so my heart shatters
    How could I have done this?
    Act like his life didn't matter?

    Here's what the letter said:

    He hit me-he pushed me
    He yanked my hair
    He spit on me, he laughed
    And told me no one cared.
    He humiliated me in shame
    Found pleasure in my pain
    He played this stupid game
    While my life filled with rain.
    He made me hurt
    And he made me cry
    He made me sob so hard
    Made me feel like I want to die.
    He beat me and teased me
    laughed at me-Just couldn't let me be.
    He made me broken
    I was once so strong
    Now I'm overcome with emotion.
    He made me feel like I was bad
    and when I hurt he was glad.
    He took my happiness away
    So I'm going now on this tear filled day.

    Mum,
    I must go from this place
    I can't be here any longer
    I can't cope anymore
    I'm sorry if you thought I was stronger.

    Please don't cry for me once I am gone
    One day we will be reunited as one.

    Please don't let a single tear
    roll down your cheek
    My last final wish
    is that you will not weep.

    Tell my siblings that I love them
    Tell my friends not to hurt
    I just can't take it anymore
    being treated like dirt.

    Always remember how much I love you
    Promise me that you wont feel blue
    No more will I cry
    And now I'll say goodbye.

    As I hand the note back to his mum
    I realize tears are pouring down my face
    I can't believe that he is gone
    How can this be the case?

    Slowly I walk away
    I have no idea what to say
    My heart is torn apart
    I wish I could go back to the start.

    He no longer lives
    He ended his life because of me
    I really didn't think this would happen
    Why didn't I see?

    My amusement caused him so much pain
    Why oh why did I play this game?

    Why did I cause him to suffer?
    Now his siblings are without a brother.
    His parents are missing a son
    How could I think this was fun?

    His family are overcome with grief
    In sadness they choke
    Isn't it funny how this
    All started as a joke?

  • BECCA lessTHANthree
    18 years ago

    when is this contest going to be judged?