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Here are some poems about child abuse.

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1. Chris (Author Unknown)

My name is Chris,
I am 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 werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Chariles bar.

I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall

I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im so afraid now
I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to 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 it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape

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
Brawled on the floor

My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

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2. Tiny little girl (Author unknown)

Tiny little girl, Sad and all alone.
Locked up in a basement, No one else is home.
Tears fall from her grey green eyes,
And up above God hears her cry.

She wipes away the tears And tries to act strong,
She has to make it through this pain,
She has to show the world that little girls can make it,
And should not have to be afraid.

She hears a noise from up stairs,
Mommy and daddy are home again.
They unlock the door, and let her out for now.

But in just a few minutes her
Pain will be lingering about.
They take her into a room with another man,
They tell her to do what he says, no matter what it is.

She looks up at her mommy,
Pain deep in her eyes.
"Mommy can't I stay with you? I thought it was time to play?"
"Yes darling its play time, But not for me and you
Today you have to do,
What ever this man wants you too"

She looks down at her feet,
And quietly says "Ok."
What's wrong with mommy?
Why does she not want to play?
Mommy and daddy walk out of the room, they left the girl behind.
"Time for the show to start."

This little girl felt pain in her heart.
The man says its time to play,
A new and different game.
He said he'd take off her clothes
And get her to lie on the bed, its time to see the show.

He turns on a camera,
And pushes her onto the bed,
He starts to feel her body,
She cries out for help.
He tells her to shut up,
Or hell slit her throat.

He takes out a knife,
And holds it to her neck.
The little girl lies silently,
As the man has his way.

Every now and then, he lets out a moan
And says he loves them young just like this little one.
The pain she feels is unbearable,
I cant begin to explain.

She's been torn apart,
From deep within the heart.
She'll never mend again,
The pain will always be there
Deep down within.

She'll always feel scared.
After he's finished,
He kisses her cheek.
Tells her she's lovely,
The best hes had in weeks.

He cleans up himself,
And makes his way out the door.
She starts to shake in fear,
She cant believe what just happened here.

Why did mummy let him do this?
Why did she leave me here?
She thinks to herself.
As her world fills with unbearable doubt.

Mommy comes back in
And holds her daughter close.
Tells her that shes sorry,
For what happened was so gross.

"I'm oh so very sorry baby,
We had to pay the rent,
Daddy's out of work,
And this was the only option we had left."

The little girl looked angry,
"Mommy is that really your excuse?
You let a stranger touch me,
And rob me of my youth?"

She pushed her mom away and ran into her room,
Packed a bag and her favourite pillow,
She could not handle all this gloom.
She called that special number,
It was 9-1-1,

She told them what had happened,
And how much she hated her mom.
The police arrested her parents,
And took them far away,

Told the little girl.
"For this they will pay"
She went to stay with other parents,
Where there she was so loved.

She was not locked up all day,
And treated like a doll.
She is now a teenager,
Who still sometimes struggles to cope.

But after all these years,
She has begun to regain her hope.
She still in a way loves her parents very much,
But she will never again trust them,

For they stole her life.
They left her all alone,
And everyday made her cry,
They destroyed her life and made her live a lie.

Yes this is a true story,
People can be so cruel.
She only hopes that other parents
Don't treat there children like tools.

Children are not your property to buy and sell for use,
They are real people who dont deserve this kind of abuse.

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3. Auroura (Author unknown)

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

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4. Untitled (Author Unknown)

He grabs my arms
He grabs my leg
I scream
I shout
I cry
I beg

He drops me on the wooden floor
His rage continues
I don't want it no more

He kicks my body
I am in fright
He kicks my body -
More slapping tonight

I stumble over to the kitchen drawers
I cannot take it no more
I grab a knife
I want to leave
Slashing my wrist
I am now at peace

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take

I took my life
That very night
With nothing but depression
And a butcher knife

I left the hurt
I left the pain
My blood splattered on the window pane
And now you know what he did to me
And he was supposed to be my daddy.

Evening Storm ([Eyden13] posted it in the comments)
As tears ran down her face
Rain pounded down on the ground
Her heart pounded in her ears
As the thunder clashed

Fear rushed in her veins
As her father rushed her
She felt pain throb
As glass peirced her skin

No one came to help
As her father came to her
For no one cared enough
To stop the Evening Storm

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