I share my blog for everyone. For those who also suffer from Abuse/Incest. I hope that by writing my feelings, my poetry on my abuse as a child, will help and encourage you and to let you know that YOU ARE NEVER TO BLAME FOR WHAT
HAPPENED..We were innocent children, the abuser is always at blame.
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Abuse is such a dirty word It tears us apart inside, The shame one feels with guilt along Such a roller-coaster ride.
Searing thoughts do haunt us The pain we feel is real, Although it happned long ago In our minds the thoughts are sealed.
If we could ease the memories If we could erase the shame, Then maybe we can continue on And to the abuse put the blame.
But often times we blame ourselves But we didn't have control They are the ones who are at fault For our innocence they stole.
What could we do? Where could we go? The answers are unclear We were just kids, so innocent In our eyes there was much fear.
So often we shed so many tears But hid them well each day, Then no-one could ask us what was wrong Because then we would surly pay. It was our little secret That we knew we couldn't share, And our abuse always said us If we told, then we'd better beware.
So we were alone to face all this We often just gave in, What was the use, no-one believed Our abuser would always win.
I pray so hard for the kids out there For them to speak their minds, And not be scared to tell someone Before they ran out of time.
Who would believe the things you did? After all, you adopted me, and everyone knew, You wouldn't hurt your little girl Your precious one, how they had no clue.
It was my torture, and no-one knew No hurt could they see deep in my eyes, Or my thumping heart that beat so fast With silent sobs and heavy sighs.
All I wanted to feel was love I tried so hard to be so good, I let you do those things to me I was wrong, how I misunderstood.
I tried to pretend that all was fine That my life was normal for all to see, I'd laugh and play as any child would But the secrets were mine, they would torture me.
I wish I had died so many times What was the use, why should I try, To understand the things you did The words you whispered were all a lie.
The memories live inside my head They hurt me still and still make me cry, Not a day goes by I don't forget And to this day I question WHY!!!