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Abuse, Child Abuse, pain, poems, poems about abuse, poems about child abuse, poems about domestic violence, poetry, sad poems
No hidey hole
I try to run,
I try to hide,
there is no hidey hole,
he can’t find,
On tiptoes,
I peek outside,
and wave to my friends,
playing outside,
Shut my eyes tight,
and I’m by their side,
until he yanks my hair,
and brings me back inside.
Reblogged this on no such thing as normal and commented:
Domestic Violence should never be tolerated. The worst thing being is that in the end it is the victim that it is treated like they are in the wrong…
Having that glimpse of freedom makes it all the sadder.
Yes, seeing what could and should be!
It is frightning but an ugly truth which enjoys the kind of freedom we only hear about….what happens behind the walls and door shut…screams and pleads all blue and black, pride trying to hide but for how long..little ones robbed of all the innocent dreams.its a scary world whether we admit or not ….
I think it is pride, shame and a lot of fear.
“little ones robbed of all the innocent dreams” how true.
I could not imagine no place for escape.
Andrea xxx
… I had a brother like that …
A lot of people have no hidey hole.
Very frightening! thank you for sharing.