Poem of abuse and pain - was my mother to blame

This is my little poem - i know it's simple, I write these as a form of self therapy. so please don't laugh - be kind.

At 8 I was innocent and pure
about sex and love I was unsure
By 11 I was bruised and torn
And a childhood of - abuse was born
One night one dark encounter
Changed my life from there on after
No-one cared about the pain and the tears
Used and abused for many more years
By men at ‘parties’ who need their ‘kick’
The things they did were twisted and sick
Passed around from pillar to post
The more I cried the bigger the boast
These men had only one mission
Abusing children in any position
Three little girls who were broken and lost
Sex with us was a matter of ‘cost’
Who had the money – who paid the bill
Who was the bastard who put us on the pill
Those who think their mother is a bitch
Thank god you weren’t born to this evil witch
Years of depression, thought and sadness
My ######6 Mother the route of this madness
30 years later the achievements I’ve made
Uni, a mother, a wife and a lover
Now you’re dead I can recover
No more poison, no more pain
I have the chance of “stayingsane”

really powerful poem. I hope writing it helped eleviate some pain

thank you - it's a good outlet. I write them often, first one i've ever shared

thankyou for sharing that stayingsane, and no one will laugh at you here..

I write a little poetry now and again, and like you in yours, i find my voice a little bit more in each of them.. xx

Beautiful poem that distills your childhood story. Writing poetry can be therapeutic.

thanks for the lovely comments.