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.
written by Mary G