This is a poem i wrote after my ex put me in the hosiptal. I remember the first hit i dont remember the 45 after. 5 being with a chair. 6 being off the table. I was cleaning my room and i found the poem and i thought i should share. he has finally paid for what he has done. have ne of you ever been abused? I stil have the scars all over my body and somtimes i get tremors and crap cuz my head is messed up. Please comment on the poem.

Down a special hallway
under the stairs
playing house
with my teddybears
carless and wonderful
magicle and free
away from the pain my teddy and me
as i get older
dreams fade to dust
chains on the swingset
begin to rust
cut at my hands
watch them bleed
As i swing below the tree
pretending im in my world
of fantasy
I watched the hallway
Slowly burn
from inside
my child did yurn
but this teddybear
can live no more
i let him die
ive seddled the score
the filthy man
that stole my perect life
that made mother goose
a bride and then a wife
he stole my wonderful
and gave me tears
the santa claus of all my fears
the death of what i wanted to be
a gut wrenching memorie
so lay my bed into the ground
cover my face
dont let me make a sound

Im not really much an authourity on poems but I thought that I would just post to say that I liked your poem ive allways liked poems with emotion. And the emotion is really apparent in this one

That was inspired, is what it was.

i have to agree with steelwinged... it was so full of emotion.... i could feel the sadness... i could feel the pain....

well i was really hurt.. has ne one ever been beat by a guy? My account goes as thus. He called me a fat cow so i told him to shut the edit up.. he told me i have no right telling him to do and i told him to get out.. he said look edit im not editing around i make the orders now get me a drink edit.. i grabbed the can of soda off the counter and tossed it at him. He picked up the can and came at me so i grabbed the arm with the can and jerked the can outta his hand.. well i guess i sprained his wrist or something cuz he punched me then i blacked out.... according to his neighbor who was watchin threw his kitchen window he grabbed me off the floor.. smacked my head off the table a few times.. I screamed tried to sit up and he grabbed the chair and hit me with it like 4 or 5 times. I guess i stuck up my hand to stop him and he started beating on me with both fists calling me a stupid edit and what did i think i was doing in which time the cops showed up.... they knocked on the door and he screamed help me help me.. they burts in the door and i guess he was craddling me like a baby saying.. who did this... who did this... they didnt actually accuse him untill a year and a half later when we video taped him trying to get into our house.... and sent to the police as hard evidence...

... did i say to much???

I don't know who he is, but I hate him and I will never forgive him.

Thats a wonderful poem, Nummy. I really like it. I'm sorry something like that happend.

I love your poem, Nummy, and must say it is the best I have ever read. I don't understand why people do things like that...

i want that bastard to rot in whatever hell he believes in... i want nothing less then an eternity of suffering for him... you didnt deserve that.... no one deserves to be hurt like that