Poetry Blog Edition: Saying Goodbye

On the outside I was saying goodbye to my home, my school and my friends but in my heart I was saying goodbye to the life I wanted and the hope that it would be better then it was.

Behind the Poem

By the time I wrote this poem, I had been living with physical abuse from my mother for 5 years. Over most of this time, the severity had remained relatively consistent. However, as I entered my junior year of high school, a change occurred. The abuse became more frequent and unpredictable, making it harder to avoid. The injuries were also less carefully placed and, therefore, harder to hide. It seemed as if she had completely lost all control or reason. I became suspicious that drug use was a factor, but I didn’t have the prof.

On one particular night, a fight raged unlike any other. I will avoid details as it could be overly triggering and graphic for may to handle. The aftermath left me with cuts over much of my body and a bruise from ribs to hip. The next day, despite the pain I felt with every breath, I went to school to escape whatever hell awaited for me at home. It didn’t take long for my pain to go noticed by a friend. This person had been entirely unaware of what my home life was like and, once discovered, did not hesitate to bring it to the attention of the school.

I had little hope for this since I had frequently reported my abuse in the past with no change other than to make my mom mad. But this time, the prof was painted all over my body. On top of this, my mother had disappeared, fled the county, likely seeking sanctuary with her best friend a few hours away. This was enough, and both my dad and Child Protective Services were notified.

Most would think this is where the happy ending happens. Unfortunately, to say that my stepmother was against me living there full time was an understatement. Mind you, this person had been aware of the abuse my whole life but hated me enough to not only let it happen but even support it. So instead, all this accomplished was moving me from one hell to another.

The day I wrote this poem was the day I packed my suitcase and withdrew from my current school. My injuries still fresh and a future that was arguably just as bad as my past. I am not sure I would say that at this point in my life, I was actually considering suicide. But I was definitely in a place where I didn’t want to live in the life I was living. These are the words of a desperate girl praying for a different life. On the outside, I was saying goodbye to my home, my school, and my friends, but in my heart, I was saying goodbye to the life I wanted and the hope that it would be better then it was.

These are the words of a desperate girl preying for a different life.


In all cases of abuse, the survivor hits a point in their life where they realize what has happened to them and the permanency of that. We are made up of our lived experiences, and these memories are forever with us. We will never be the kid form a happy home because we just aren’t. I know that sounds a bit strange to those who haven’t lived this life, but for those of us who have, we tend to cope with our reality by dreaming of a possibility. That dream can feel so real until one day, we realize this is our life.

This was my snap to reality. I was looking for any change or reset that would bring me to a different conclusion. But there wasn’t one. For 5 years after every fight, I would think, “maybe this will be the last time.” For 5 years, I had hoped that maybe she would stop drinking, maybe my stepmom would stop blaming me for her problems, and maybe my dad would intervene. For 5 years, I held on to this dream of growing up, and somehow my family turning into the loving kind other people had.

At this moment, I realized these dreams were not meant to be and that the fantasy I had was only ever going to be in my head. Accepting that reality is one of the most heartbreaking experiences a person can go through. Hope had kept all the pain away, and just like that, it is gone allowing the full weight of the life I lived to come crashing down. I will admit it almost broke me. It didn’t, but that is a story for a different time.On the outside I was saying goodbye to my home, my school and my friends bu in my heart I was saying goodbye to the life I wanted and the hope that it would be better then it was.

* I have worked hard to heal from my past through professional therapy and personal growth. Over the years I have become comfortable enough to start using this story in public speaking events and as a major part of my writing. Writing about personal trauma can be very triggering and is not recommended for those still working through trauma unless instructed to do so by a mental health professional.

Read more about my story in my Diary of a Trauma Survivor project.

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    23 thoughts on “Poetry Blog Edition: Saying Goodbye

    1. Hoping you are slightly healing from your experience. The poem is heart breaking and beautiful at the same time. Thanks for posting for everyone to read!


      1. Thank you so much. I am very healed at this point in my life thanks to a lot of hard work and the willingness to seek help when needed.


      1. I’m actually a mental health professional working on a doctorate in psychology. I used to be a therapist. I like to think I have managed to build something from the pain ❤️


    2. This is heartbreaking! I hope you are healing and things are getting better. The poem is so beautiful written and the meaning behind it makes it all the more heart breaking upon reading it x


    3. I’m sorry you went through this, but I’m so proud of your for sharing this story. It’s likely a good first step toward your own healing, and I’m sure it’ll help many others who feel alone and helpless.


    4. Wow the poem is beautiful. I am so sorry you had to exeprience such trauma but you will definitely be a stronger person now you know you can deal with trauma. Thanks for sharing!


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