Stop The Abuse

By Nexus

I cant believe its happened again.
I thought this would stop long ago.
After all, you are my dad.
But that doesnt stop the abusive blows.

I have come to realize
I must stand up to you.
But Im afraid I'll loose control
And beat you till your black and blue.

You've given me bruises,
Scars and a concussion.
You've brought me to a point
I'd like to teach YOU a lesson.

I believe its time
For you to realize
Im going to get you back.
And it'll be a surprise.

I can't quite decide
What I will use.
Maybe a gun, possibly a knife.
Just something to stop the abuse.

Now shut the hell up
And get on your knees.
Though it will not do any good,
It'll make your death a breaze!

The time has come
For th eabuse to end.
And its time
For my life to begin.

The abuse has stopped
I'm not afraid.
His death was nessassary,
My life he set out to degrade.

This is my story
Of my childhood.
But in the end,
I did the world some good.

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© 2006 Nexus
Published on Thursday, January 26, 2006.     Filed under: "Abuse" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: a little cryout... my dad he's nice. apart from the beatings and verbal abuses and psicological stormin. hum...not to forget he beaten up my mom when he was drunk. and was jerkin off while my sisters were takin a shower... and telling "jokes" to 15 y

  • elisa On Thursday, January 26, 2006, elisa (1616)By person wrote:

    my mom became terrified of me the day she noticed i stopped flinching when she attacked me.....punch after punch i just stood there w/ a blank stare on my face...

  • elisa On Thursday, January 26, 2006, elisa (1616)By person wrote:

    ...she just stopped and stared at me with a horrified look on her face............but after 15 solid years of that i guess the pain sensing nerves just die or go numb

  • A former member wrote: i beat my dad in the back with a flashlight, gave him a black eye, and left bruises on his arm...i'm no weakling, and neither are you...a poem is just as good as a bruise to their pride...nice write

  • A former member wrote: i was standing up to him...not just for no reason

  • Lucklost On Thursday, January 26, 2006, Lucklost (30)By person wrote:

    tragic story....my dad spits at me when hes mad, but he never hits me.....very deep

  • Alanarchy On Thursday, January 26, 2006, Alanarchy (1200)By person wrote:

    My pops cracked me once. Long story short, I made it VERY clear that he should never do it again. My dad and me are real close now, though. Nice work.

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