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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Little Girl Lost


I was that little girl
Who was so very lost,
Stuck in an adult world you see
It was me he did

I shouldn't have known these awful things
That were so strange and bad,
So much sadness on my face
But I didn't know how to get mad.

He wanted me to like it
But what was there to like,
It made my stomach turn in knots
I was just a little tyke.

I felt so lost and empty
I kept everything buried inside,
So deep within my memory
My thoughts I had to hide.

You took away my innocence
You took away my soul,
I have to face the nightmares still
My happiness you stole.

My inner self is broken
My mind can't comprehend,
The vulgar ways you touched me
And the message you did send.

So yes I was that little girl
Who was so very lost,
And even in my adult self
My life is what's at cost.

written by Mary G.

Sunday, September 14, 2008



Abuse is such a dirty word
It tears us apart inside,
The shame one feels wit
h guilt along
Such a roller-coaster ride.

Searing thoughts do haunt us
The pain we feel is real,
Although it happne
d 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 p
ut 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 w
ell 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 alon
e 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 te
ll someone
Before they ran out of time.

written by Mary G

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

The Things You Did.....WHY!!!

The Things You Did....WHY!!!

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!!!

written by Mary G.