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Psychiatrists quick to diagnose and medicate,
Throwing pills at problems without any fate,
But the more prescriptions they prescribe,
The more my thoughts become a blur,
and I can no longer decide.
I feel like a puppet on a string,
My own mind slipping further from being.
The drugs numb me,
my emotions, my thoughts,
Until I'm a shell, no longer the self I sought
STOP; Take your clothes off, it'll be okay, I swear, I'll climb on top
DROP; I don't want to get naked, I'm innocent! I refuse, please stop!
& ROLL; No one will believe you, you're too young;
And they will look at me and think "he's way too old"

STOP; Do as your told and none of this will hurt; I'll be gentle, now get on top
DROP; I don't want to be under you, I don't want to be above you, please, stop!
& ROLL; DO AS YOU'RE TOLD LITTLE GIRL, I'll treat your body like a piece of gold
None of it will hurt if you just obey! But I don't want to be on your pole!

STOP; STOP FUSSING, turn around and lay on your stomach;
Take your shorts and pull them down, if I do it, I won't stop
DROP; Why are you doing this to me?? What did I do to deserve this? PLEASE STOP!!
&ROll; I'm getting sick and tired of listening to you cry and whine,
So shut up and do as you're told!

Been through this with so many different men, I swear they're all the same
I told people, but no one listened because I was too scared to give up their names
So now, I suffer with complex ptsd, and undiagnosed adult ADHD
nightmares that wake me up and cause severe social anxiety,
Forever broken, forever wounded, never healing, forever ******* up mentally
I became an addict for the longest time because of this abuse, especially sexually
I was self harming, trying to overdose, trying to run away;
But with nowhere to run, and no one to tell,
because no one believed anything I had to say

I'm healing now but only as a recovering addict
I turned lesbian for a while and that only covered up the pain
With a woman I really didn't know who she was, pretending with a smile
Swore to myself that I was done and over anything or anyone with a ****!
But here I am, finding myself loving someone who took me away from all this
Someone who treats me like the person I deserve to be, the person I need to be
So how come I'm trapped in this mental spiral of all my wrong doings?
Of all my past relationships and all my past abusers?
They wreck havoc in my mind like the sinking titanic ship
Oh god, those nights where I just wanted to hang myself with my very own whip

STOP; Don't let anyone take control over you! SCREAM AND SHOUT STOP!!
DROP; Don't let someone tell you that it's okay, it's normal, it's fun,
KICK THEM SQUARE IN THEIR NUTS AND RUN WHILE YELLING HELP HELP HELP!!
GET THIS MAN AWAY FROM ME AND MAKE HIM STOP!!
& ROLL; NEVER ONCE AGAIN WILL I BE HUSHED, SHUSHED, OR THREATENED NOT TO TELL,
Because everything that's in the dark eventually comes to light,
and that will be the day that these stories come out and are told!!



Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/18/2025
domestic violence, ****** abuse, and abuse in all aspects warrior and survivor here. this was extremely hard for me to get out in words.
lex Apr 18
your hands cut like knives.
sandpaper against satin.
your voice spews molten ****.
riddled with impurities.
(**** is the waste material from smelting and refining metals)
This is going to be a hard poem to write, so please just bear with me
You are part of the reason why I am here, as you helped create me
You created my life inside of your womb which helped shelter me
9 months later and there I was, just a little darling thing, me
As an infant, toddler, child and kid, you told me I was your world;
Little did I know by the time I became a teenager;
Is when I realized that everything you said to me
Was just meaningless words that you just kept throwing at me
I had to grow up fast, quicker than I had intended to, lucky me
Throughout my teenage years, I've had to witness a lot of different things
And it always felt like it would come back on me
Like it was my fault that daddy always hit you, and never me
Like it was my fault that daddy left you, my brother, and me
Like it was my fault that you became;
So depressed you stopped taking care of me, again, lucky me
So depressed that as I got older you started loving me less;
And continuously, and very obviously, started hating me
My teenage years was a time of pure hell for me
I became depressed, so depressed I stopped going to school;
That's when the abuse started to happen, so… viciously
That's around the time when the abuse started getting to me
For it wasn't just the simple, "normal" discipline you see
What started out to be verbal abuse, turned into emotional abuse;
And from emotional abuse, it turned into mental abuse;
And not long after that, unfortunately, the abuse turned physically
Some years go by, and eventually I get taken away from you
At first I was scared, I'll admit. But then I learned what it was like
To be accepted, to be loved, to be wanted, to be needed;
To not feel like a burden, or a problem, or a bump on a log you see
It was starting to feel nice being treated kindly, and differently
But then when I got back home at 17, that's when the real abuse;
Picked up and became so… intentionally, so disgusting, and disturbing
The fact I can even write a poem like this, truly, upsets me
But that's okay, at this point in my life, I grew up and learned how to be..
More free, more outspoken, more bold, more wise, I even have a touch;
Of inner genuinity, now I'm a writer and I'm invested in life and philosophy
I even became a dreamer with a goal to make everything MY reality
I was okay with being an outcast,  because I even gained my own dignity
That's when I realized by the time I was 19, I wanted to live differently
I became a woman, at such a young age, I learned how to live, independently; this, in the long run, turned out to help me
It helped build a character I didn't know I even had inside of me
Fast forward some more major years of my life, and now I'm an adult;
A stunning, brilliant, intelligent woman at the age of 33
But the only thing you ever did good for me, was just help create me
I raised myself, I formed my self, so I owe everything I am today, to me
The abuse is still going on, everything is the same;
Just not so much physically, which makes me wonder, and ponder
So many different types of questions, but I'll never get a straight answer;
Because I live in reality, and you're stuck in your own twisted melody
Lucky me, lucky me, lucky me, a feeling of hatred from someone;
Who only had one job to do, and that was to mother me
Which you failed, wholeheartedly and so boldly
When you refused to change how you treat me,
When you refused to even change the way you look at me
Why do you hate me so much? Why do you treat me so cruel?;
If you really didn't want me, then, God forgive me for asking this
But why didn't you just abort me? Or just get rid of me?
I was born into a family that had no business of having me
Demonstrating a childhood, and adulthood of traumatizing memories
All because the ***** donor left, who I used to call daddy
Don't you care how much I needed you, to take care of me?
Don't you care how much I loved you, even though it was never returned?
Don't you care how much this hurts me? Like, seriously?
Lucky me, lucky me, lucky me, to be born to a person;
Who never intentionally, honestly, wanted me
Who jokes from time to time saying I was an accident;
However, Mother, I see through your lies,
I see through your white noise, all those times you ignored my cries
I see how me being around you, causes you to be so mean to me
So when I leave this time, I'm not looking back
You will no longer have the audacity of having tears fall from these eyes
Because everything you ever said to me, was nothing but lies
I'm better off on my own, you made that statement loud and clear
So lucky me, lucky me, lucky me, because this time around
I'm going to be gone for good, for a lifetime, for eternity
Yes, I love you but I don't love how you hurt me and that's why
I'm going to be grown up about this, and completely cut… all ties.
You did this, to not just you, but to our whole family
You'll still have me, but from a very far distance;
Because as much as this kills me to say this;
I no longer can stand you, and you can't stand me.
We've made our beds, now it's time to face reality
I have always loved you, but you never really loved.. me.


Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/15/2025
a little back story about my relationship with my mother
Sunseeker21 Apr 15
Purple.
The color, warm, cold,
catching gazes like it’s gold.

Every time I look, I feel the need.
The need to.
To do what? I must, I should, I ought.
The feeling like it’s something,
someone I have already fought.

Living, lying.
Is it the same?
Every time, I immediately took the blame.

Hiding behind, hiding inside.
You could never find me in a lavender field this wide.

The option of expressionism,
the reason for creativity.
Still, we all find a reason to copy,
like it’s some sort of collectivity.

Warm, cold, it doesn’t matter.
I talk of the pain foolishly, it did just shatter.

Blank canvas, standing in front of everyone.
Blank canvas, standing in front of me.

Purple stains my fingers,
a mark I will not be able to wash away.
I wrote this while I was painting
Izan Almira Apr 14
It pierced me with a loud blast,
demolishing the barricades I had built around my
heart made of glass.

It swept in through my weakest spot,
and tore down the walls I had built around myself.
After a few weeks, I stopped feeling the ache
but the hole the bullet left was relentless;
an unfading scar.
One of my best poems EVER. It's old but I still love it. I came up with it when I was like 13 at like 3am.
come one come all
to see the apathy
to witness tragedy
the fame and fortune
the game ends in june
the name died too soon

all those
olden titles
tales of the late
soft spoke mysteries
entitled histories
forgoten stories
because of you

burnt to the ground
yet your empire grew
you left behind a trail
how we never knew
your secrets spilt
your identites spew

gilded ashes
paved the way
you taught us to follw
not to stray
every command
every lie
we let it pass
let you get by

an unwritten song
never to be sung
your entire world
the peirced lung
your forgetting friends
youre forgotten

youre rotten.
i do not support wilbur soot or any of his actions. this was written to convey the hurt i felt, and still feel knowing how awful he truely was
I see your dazzling light from far away.
Yet to think on it leaves a mark, a cut, a bruise.
And now I’m covered in those kinds of scars.

I sit here and ponder what could've been mine,
If I did something different.
If I’d said the right thing,
Spun the right lie.
Would you have held me then?

The sound of your laughs drifts through the days,
And chases me down, and takes me screaming into the night.
Where the wolves are waiting.

The only chance worth taking,
Is the one that leads me straight to you

To hear it straight up,
Your plans for your life,
The hollow room where your feelings should be,
They scream with a silence that's louder than words.
The wails of the nonexistent noise.

Your warmth pins me down and holds me tight
It strangles and suffocates,
My feelings won't drown
In the waves of your truth
In the waves of my pain.

The truth of your feelings,
The truth of your hollow ballroom that you hold me locked up in chains,
That dig into my wrist and impales me with spikes,
The days bleed into further longing,
And all I want to do is turn to you,
Fall into your embrace no matter hold much it hurts
For the jacket of outward spikes,
That you wear just for me.

Specially designed torture devices,
That leaves me screaming for days.
Showing more blood and bone than skin
And in my wails of pain,
You can find my heart left exposed,
Only to you.
Waiting and wanting to be hurt again.
For your presence is worth the pain.

The image burnt into my mind.
Of your hands on someone else.
Blushing at their compliments
And laughing at jokes not funny
Dancing and staying up late.
Tackling them and ending up in a heap on the floor,
Then kissing them because you want to do nothing else.
Saying you care about them more.
More than anyone.

The things I've said to you,
The dreams I've dreamt of you.
The parts of me I wanted only you to see.

Yet you turned away and swore to fate,
That you wanted their quirks over mine.
You want them.
You don't feel anything like that towards me.
You are not okay with me wanting you.

You do not need me.
You could turn away and never say hi again
You could turn away without a care in the world
Never look my way again.
Erased from your life without a backwards glance.
Be honest you say
Be open, you say.
Want me to be honest,
I HATE YOU.
STOP RUINING MY LIFE

Just please get out of my thoughts, my life.

Hate and love.
North pole and south pole,
Either side of my globe.
My planet of emotions for you.
Hate and love bind together in ice and fire.
Deadly.
But you are in another universe,
And the planet of you and me is empty.
It's just me.

All alone.
Burning in eternal fire.
The only person on the entire planet
And yet your false presence is there
Cradling me in a soft embrace.
Your kind words and your open laugh.
Love.

You are there in the harsh word of reality.
They slice through my life with a razor sharp blade.
In the 2am words that doomed us forever.
Hate.


Moving on is hard.  
We have to rewrite the narrative,
Rewire my brain.
Never. Ever. Shall I forget this.
The magical mystery ride of you and me.

From more to less on your demand.
Let me strip away my heart,
At your command.

I will get over you.
See you as my friend.
Take the necessary actions to ensure there will be an us in our future.

But what if it's too hard?
This rotten fruit of my love,
That I want nothing to do with.
This gross feeling of betrayal.
Will it ever fade?

Will I ever look at you without that mess in my brain?
Without hearing those words.

I will.

I won't be that person who doesn't want friendship, only wants love.
Too shallow.
Too broken.

I will fight for this, not for you, but for us.

To give up hope.
To give up on love.


For you.

The one who doomed us from the start.
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