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Fri 29 Aug, 2003 01:02 pm
It started off as a way to control her emotions
scratching her face to subside her frustration
and as it gets worse
it's harder to hide
scars on her arms and face
she runs out of excuses
she starts doing it every day
and her mind tells her she can't stop
she can't break
she has to hold herself and her family together
she wants to cry
but the tears don't come
so she does the only thing that makes sense to her
cause when she bleeds she relieves herself
in her mind
God can't help her
if he could he wouldn't let her go through so much
she remembers getting beat by her mother
and molested by an older guy
and the thoughts keep replaying in her head
like it was just yesterday
they won't leave her
and she feels trapped by fear and confusion
she cries out but no one hears her
and she wonders when they will
maybe never
but she can't help but hope
that someday she will be saved from herself
greatdane,
Welcome to Able2Know!
I can only hope that is not a poem about yourself. It's quite sad.
actually the poem was about me, but it is something i dont go through any longer, but i know there are others that do. i know it kinda helps when you speak up and thats what i did. im not ashamed of it, i just wish people knew that there bodies are worth more than that.
DEFINITELY not something to be ashemed of. I grew up with lots of sexually abused kids and even at times when I was living with them I sometimes did not know of the sexual abuse for years due to shame. It's one of the crueler aspects of abuse.
greatdane718
I think you wrote very well, and your prose is so meaningful, since it describes what untold numbers of persons go through in a lifetime.
You are in my thoughts.