If you have been through what I have, you will be able to understand this. If not, you might be able to, but probably not. Anyway...
Lying naked Alone… On the bathroom floor The slight sting of pain, The every lingering question of why? I can remember the smell I remember thinking every day, That it was my fault… My innocence shattered My soul tattered. I could feel the warmth, Of blood Trickling free I could see, The slight indentions on my flesh, The bruises, The cuts… It wasn’t fair Help me I didn’t want to be free, I wasn’t ready Please Please help me. Don’t leave me alone here, So cold and alone. Longing for the warmth of a loving embrace So much shame… It’s not fair Mother… I don’t want to be free. I don’t want to be hurt again. I don’t want to be claimed… I was thirteen I was forced into this, It’s my fault... These words so left me so plainly… The thoughts of others plagued me What will they think? What will the say? Will I still be loved? Or pushed away? I didn’t want to move I was so afraid... No longer a little girl… Please…don’t hate me… Why did he do this to me? I won’t cry… I promise... I won’t cry...
"Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways."
Christina
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