My parents just neglected me, I wasn't abused or anything.
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I needed to purge myself of all the attention my parents had given me - I wasn't neglected enough as a child.
quote by Don Van Vliet
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Natalia's Life
natalia didn't believe
in anything anymore
for her parents abused her
and beat her every day
witch made natalia
wish...
she wasn't alive
natalia was only 6
when her father
tried to rape her
she went crying to her mother
but her mother didn't listen
or seem to care
natalia is 16
about to have a baby
she doesn't want
or need
natalia is 18
tried to kill
her parents
but her father
grabed a hold of her
and killed her instead
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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I wasn't being bullied at school at this point. I had a group of friends, and I was isolated because I wasn't communicating with my parents. I wasn't telling them what I was going through.
quote by Randy Harrison
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Children's Day in India,2012
Being a child is what all love to be;
And when adult, we know we can never;
Childhood was best and everyone agrees;
But do children have freedom they deserve?
The smaller family norm has done great harm;
The child is neglected right from its birth;
It wallops in its faeces and urine!
It has to study when 'tis age to play!
What selfishness fills hearts of most adults!
They spare no time to watch the bud blossom;
World's children pine for love and yearn for care;
They are denied their rights when still in womb!
The crimes against children are on the rise;
Children are used, abused and not amused;
No nation thrives if children stay enslaved;
Let parents love their children sincerely!
Children are living wealth of nations prime;
Children are priceless gifts from God above;
Children are future parents and leaders;
Children need to be kept healthy, unharmed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-12
poem by John Celes
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The Neglected Dog
The neglected dog looks such a sight! His coat is full of fleas!
Yet once he filled you with delight! He really loved to please!
The neglected dog has tapeworms, too! They're ghastly to behold!
Yet once this dog showed love for you! He once was good as gold!
The neglected dog has matted hair and sores upon his feet!
Yet once you combed him with such care till he looked cool and neat!
The neglected dog has eyes that fall... He's lost the will to live!
Yet once he answered every call! He had so much to give!
The neglected dog lies flat and still... He hasn't fed in days!
Yet once you cared when he was ill! Now who cares if he prays! ?
The neglected dog pleads for your love! Is that too hard a task! ?
Yet once your love was quite enough! He didn't need to ask!
The neglected dog has passed away... It's too late... anyhow...
Though once you loved him day-by-day... Too late to pet him now...
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Little...* X
The little girl is looking for her mommy
But too bad shes a druggie
The little girl starts to cry
Her mommy's going to die
The little girl says wheres daddy
The moms stuck up and acts all bratty
The little girl screams for her dad
But the mom only gets mad.
The little boy is looking for his brother
But the mom doesn't even bother
The little boy screams out where are you
But the mom won't even listen for a few
The little boy doesn't know his brother is dead
But the mom had not said
The little boy starts to cry
His brother had to die.
The little baby cries for food
But the parents act all rude
The little baby has to see the doctor
But the parents are just mockers
The little baby has a few minutes to live
But the parents can't even give
The little baby breathes her last breath
But the parents continue to do meth.
*(A poem for the kids rejected, Because they were neglected, For their parents who were infected) *
poem by Magic What'sHerName
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I know for me, a lot of my 20s was about going off and proving that I wasn't like my mother. I was so different, I wasn't going to do anything like her. And then, we all know, you fall flat on your face, because you're exactly like your parents.
quote by Amy Brenneman
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Growing up, I started developing confidence in what I felt. My parents helped me to believe in myself. I wasn't the best looking guy, I wasn't the best athlete in the world, but they made me feel good about myself.
quote by Herschel Walker
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When children are used
as abused pawns between parents,
no-one is amused.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 January 1993)
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Tell Me
Tell me I wasn't true
Tell me I didn't believe in you
Tell me a moment I didn't share
Tell me when I acted like I didn't care
Tell me a moment with me that was hard to bear
Tell me when I was fake
Tell me the time we spent wasn't great
Tell me I wasn't a good friend
Tell me I wouldn't have your back until the end
Tell me I treated you like a child
Tell me a time I couldn't make you smile
Tell me a time I didn't miss you
Tell me I never kissed you
Tell me a time I used you
Tell me a time I abused you
Tell me you're not all I have
Tell me when I didn't speak on your behalf
Tell me when I didn't have your back
What I'm seeing I feel like you're telling me all of that
poem by Daniel Chapman
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The future looms bleak
Whence I came, whither I go,
I had forgotten,
Ere my parents were gone,
Whom I have neglected.
The future looms bleak
At the hands of my children.
19.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Regrets and curses
Who had not regretted
That they had neglected
Their parents after their deaths?
Who had not cursed
Their children for the neglects
They had from them at their death?
19.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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London
I hate you
The things you do
I love you
The things you do
And we've got things so confused
I feel neglected and abused
Man, you've got me so confused
Cause I'm so caught up in you
So I I've got London on my mind
Did you cry another time?
I've got London on my mind
Did you look so satisfied?
I hate you
The things you do
I love you
The things you do
And we've got things so confused
I feel neglected and abused
Man, you've got me so confused
Cause I'm so caught up in you
So I I've got London on my mind
Did you cry another time?
I've got London on my mind
Did you look so satisfied?
I hate you
The things you do
I love you
The things you do
And we've got things so confused
I feel neglected and abused
Man, you've got me so confused
Cause I'm so caught up in you
So I I've got London on my mind
Did you cry another time?
I've got London on my mind
Did you look so satisfied?
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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School Is Cool
School is cool when you want to get away for 8 hours,
School is lame if you have to sit there and do work,
When your parents hate you and you begin to cry, well go to school becuse they will never think to find you there,
i love school now that i think about it, my parents hate me and my sisters dis own me so really who cares about going to school and being popular,
when you have to go to feel loved where people do not look at you in discust,
school is cool and i go to get away from being abused!
poem by Amber Rainer
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Yes, and when I had Aaron, he left me, and I didn't know how to raise a child. And I wasn't close to my parents, and because I was too proud to go to my parents for help, I mistreated that little baby. I didn't want a baby.
quote by Lynn Johnston
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Face The Music
I know its finally time for me to face the music
and my mind knows how much I didn't wanna do this
but my heart tells me I have to get through this
I can't wait no more
they say sometimes, less, is more?
well the tramps not saying that whoes sat on the floor
the hooker said she had children? So what shes still a _____
she was walking with aids, they say they can't find the cure
the goverments hold the answers and yet they can't aid you
forget them all when you make it cause they never ever made you
police are slow to help, but they're more than quick to raid you
take your million pound x factor contract, I'd never trade you
you start getting known to be good, everyone starts to hate you
rapists should be burnt, yet they are set scott free to rape you?
and I know I am flowing simply with such simple rimes
but you need to understand people need simplicity at the best of times
they don't wanna be working out every damn thing your saying
I had a nun on her knees and the only clue am giving you is that she wasn't praying,
our parents and there parents have been done by religion
they've been abused to the point of a confused way of living
for them priests, you know the ones I mean
I hope there is a hell of a hell god is giving!
this music makes me loose my mind it makes me crazy
I can't take being normal no more
I'm sure music is the only thing that will save me.
poem by Daniel McCann
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I Can Love
My love is shared,
When it is not disrespected.
Or taken for granted and neglected.
I can love.
I know it!
It's not as if I don't!
But I won't let it,
Be abused or used.
Or given as if,
When I give it it's expected.
I can love.
I know it!
It's not as if I don't!
I've said 'I Do' twice before.
And I'm prepare to say it once more...
When I know that door can be opened,
Once again.
By that special 'someone'
Who knows my love for them does not end.
There is too much of it,
I have within me to give....
Unconditionally as long as I live!
I can love.
I know it!
It's not as if I don't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Remember The Used
I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.
Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,
The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.
The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.
An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.
This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.
The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.
poem by Eric Adams
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The survey on the old
The old are a miserable lot.
Eight of ten are disrespected;
Six of ten are humiliated.
The neglected are four of ten
And the abandoned are two of ten.
The pity is that eight of ten
Do not complain to anyone.
They leave the world, casting curses.
Don’t be merciless to parents,
Which your children will learn from you.
10.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Broken children
I've come across many neglected children
They carry a pain
Thats left a mark
An uncured wound
A broken heart
A broken home
Due to parents disappearing
Or out there searching
Always there children they are hurting
Why! ....
Because of greed
Because of need
Because of temptation
Or because of drugs!
These children never did ask to be born
And find there status torn
Ripped apart and shredded!
How selfish can those parents be
All for want and for themselves to repair
The only place they have come to tear
Are the roots of those children
Who live there lives searching for there souls
Life becomes a riddle
When only themselves they muddle
Walking down those empty streets
Meeting up with others who swollowed the same
Now they've decided to create a new game
Let it be violence!
And push those parents into shame
Yet it is always
Those poor children who live with blame!
If this is freedom of choice!
Then let those poor children
Make a voice!
poem by Suzan Gumush
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