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muna Nov 2018
Always playing the victim
but you've been making a victim
of everyone.
Has anyone ever watch the k-drama, Tempted. If you have then you'll recognize the character I'm talking about....
Ayushi Gupta Nov 2018
I have lived days where
I loved feeling like a victim.
Where  sympathy of others felt so good.
Because I know I was wrong all the way long
Above all the  warnings and words of concerns
I had sung my own carefree songs.
Kelly Reagan Nov 2018
Who’s soul is left for your to break
The 2 you crushed for your own sake
Away from you, away from me.
peace and space they are free

You tore him down piece by piece
You ripped to shreds all his needs
Meek and small but bold and alive
Now she is gone, do you cry ?

I bet you do when others see
Looking for any ounce of pity
Searching out your next attack
Who’s left the break in your sack

It won’t be me, I’ve learned to soon
You dead to me, soulless lagoon
When you finally depart this place
You existence will dissipate

We won’t worry about seeing you again
Without a soul you will never begin
To the sociopath who has hurt so many people in this world
Apporva Arya Nov 2018
I felled
and heard claps.
I cried
and heard laughs.
Was I SUBJECT to them ?
Or VICTIM to life...

Asked for directions,
Being sent to maze.
Felt loneliness of crowd,
While chasing my CROWN.
Was I Intimidating?
Or talking is all what they got !!..

Still rise above of all,
By listening to the songs of my soul.
All the noise dies down.
When they lead me HOME.....
I am proud of it. No more irony. For i was always myself. No matter what your reason to blame me, I know what i am, I know what i want , I am never gonna change. I do what i do. So mind your own business.. (inspired by BTS IDOL)
Robin Oct 2018
Believe survivors.
Trust that they have
Been through
Trauma.

Then believe the falsely accused
Because they, too, have been
through something of their own
Belittled and attacked.

Everyone deserves to be believed.
We all go through our own
Experiences that define us,
Whether or not we let it show.

Many victims are scared of their abuser
So maybe they frame someone else,
Men who they don't know,
so maybe their mom won't look at their uncle differently.

Just remember that when someone is
Falsely accused, the victim is still very likely
Just that, a victim.
Find a way to serve justice properly.
The numbers speak for themselves, but I know it happens. Just hear me out.
Likhona Oct 2018
(November)

it is a wonder how I came to love you
so much that I feel all your pain
when it hits you.
it is like I wear you on my heart and
whenever you break, it breaks too.
looking at you, I wonder
how you smile and laugh
and love through all the hurt dealt
to you by the world.
I realised, one day,
that you are my smile too,
my laughter and my love.
you remind me to catch the
sun’s rays so it can be my
light in darkness;
to put my own pain on
like a vest so I am able
to shed it later and stop it
from becoming a part of me.
it still baffles me how we
do not share a mother because
I love you more than I can fathom.
I think I understand it better now:
you are the sister the universe
forgot to give me.
a letter to my best friend to remind her that our love is the light in the sky that never dies
Eric Babsy Oct 2018
Is the moon not hung right tonight?
Can you not just help make me the world bright.
Oh no it is not bright.
Too much not to take a life.

The victim is not right.
After all heat of day.
All the others went away.
You were the one who stayed.

Help me in this fight.
Because the odds are not in my favor.
Is this alright.
The kind that cures wild behavior.

I need to have a little time to get adjusted.
Because the doors open.
Then the bolts are busted.
At risk, for a heart I am hoping.

Just give me time.
Time to not waste and throw away.
In myself just what I find.
Now on the ground I lay.

The victim of another day.
Can not throw it all away.
Soon maybe I will see.
Forever a victim I cannot be.
Jo Swan Oct 2018
Cold Night of Winter,
The Wind flies and sees a small house.
She hears the sound of thumping knock;
Through the window’s house, she enter;
Her eyes widened with state of Shock!

A Little Girl Cries!
A Man strikes his wife in anger-
Face transform into My Hyde.
The Wind can sense the great danger.
Woman soaked in blood and bruises!

The Woman Pleads!
She quivers from shameful violence.
The fearful fate she must cede
As her Husband wants obedience.
Tension escalates in silence.

The Man Strikes Again!
The Woman spirit; crushed in pain!
Ferocious fist full of fury
Like tyrannical typhoon rain.
The Girl cries at her sad story.

Her Father beating her Mother!

The Wistful Wind Weeps!
She tries to sing sweet lullabies-
Knowing The Girl’s scars will run deep.
Pure innocence lost in her eyes
As memories will haunt in sleep!

(c)2018 Joanne Chang
There is a dark secret in many families in this world. Domestic violence can tear families apart and traumatize the silent victims. Sometimes our greatest foe is the person who we call our family. I wanted to  depict the brutal violence of domestic abuse.
Sara Kellie Sep 2018
(Part 1, The Engagement)

Draw blood, draw blood for me.
Not with a crayon, do it with a knife.
Show me that you mean it, you need me in your life.
Tell me that you love me and need me always near.
Surrender all suggestion, your purpose and your fear.

(Part 2, The Controller)

Why, that's a lovely dress but why you wear it here?
I'm sitting with friends, we're trying to have a beer.
You make me ******* mental and I know, you know!
Now ring a ******* taxi, get in it and just go!

(Part 3, The Victim)

Hey baby baby, I missed you so tonight.
You know how I hate it when we
fight.
You don't know why you make me mad
and then you'll cry like I've done
bad.
You need to work out what you
want
but don't dare tell me that we're through.
I haven't done a single thing and all
this **** is down to you.

Poetry by Kaydee.
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