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Disgusting nightmare...

God, Jesus Christ...
There are no such "beings"
They are lies to keep people in control
And when this doesn't work, do you know what happens?

...No you don't realise it...
If they protect
then why do little girls
get taken advantage of?

Why do grown men have to
Touch these little fucking girls
Little 6 year olds
The pain some do carry

Why would the almighty God
Allow this to fucking happen
When i see it run in my nightmares again and again
When it all doesn't go away...

And i'm left going insane at night
When i lose control of the present
And it all falls fast back to the past
Where the fuck was god then???

Where was anybody?...
When i was left in the room
to watch tv...
like little children do

Why was he allowed to walk through that door?
where did he come from?
God, god someone, someone please!
Help that little girl help her

She doesn't know, know anything
Daddy why is he pulling down my pants?
Why is he unzipping his?
What is he doing, hes touching her!!

Someone please stop him...
no little girl don't touch him!
dont listen to him!
don't pull down your underwear!

She doesn't know what shes doing!
shes feeling pain and sudden jabbs...
and its all too much to handle...
she wishes she never listened to him...

now shes growing older
and shes depressed and
she never stops crieing in her bed
every single night she hates to sleep

Afraid of the nightmare
shes biting herself
shes hitting herself
shes suffacating herself mommy

And nobodies knows...
Her mother yells and yells and cries
and she cant handle seeing it all
They're always fighting

And the girl shes always blasting her music
and crying till her eyes dry up
and she red in the face
clawing at her thighs for everything to stop

not noticing the blood drops at the sides
shes afraid to walk
her legs might hurt
shes too afraid to dream

It may come back to haunt her even when she sleeps
Nobody even said Im sorry in her ear
she just needs some comfort
and it sucks cuz she can't laugh for shit

its laughter from her mouth but it aint real....
neither are the smiles on her face
or the im oks escaping her lips
the headaches aren't just headaches

the tears aren't just from a stomache mom
she's dead inside
shes gone
lost without anything

theres no life in her eyes
theres no happiness in her head
only her lies
what if....

What if he's her guardian angel?
would he shed light into her life?
And if he did, would he stay with her
Still forever and a day....?

He knows with his eyes
that there was always more than what she told him
self-mutalation he knew
the crieing he knew

The pain she felt he knew
But he always knew there was more than that
there was a darker more evil, disgusting secret she did have
she was careless

He found her off gaurd one night
and he questioned on
about that dreadful night
and she had to answer him

she did..
and she did more then cried..
she died
and he, his eyes filled with salted tears

and he couldn't handle her disgusting tale at first
he smoked a cigerratte
and he still cried
but now he knew all of her

he stayed with her still
So that what if can grow into a maybe
or even more
maybe she can move on....just maybe...

Author notes

very long and yes it is all true....

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  • FransB gold member
    March 29, 2008

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    This poem is not about our 'length of interest', neither if it is a good poem or not, it is a dipiction of a reality. While written for a contest of 'confessions' its focus and sensitivity of revealing content' does not belong here. Do not get this wrong - it belongs wherever it is 'pasted', but this reality should never have happened. The title is as appropriately 'disgusting' as the deed! Whether this is a real or not, it is a truth. While there is forgiveness for the perpetrator, there is also a slow and difficult process of healing - only the victim can proceed through this, and only the victim knows the reality of this journey. I do not take likely to behaviours of adults who perpetrate such deeds, and even more so when it is incestuous. My prayers are that victims will experience the true love of God - even if this is difficult to understand. God does not condone such behaviours, and for certain, there will be a judgement for those that perpetrate this deeds. However, the judgement is not ours. Thank you for entering this poem and allowing us to once again to become aware of such deeds, as well as the pain it causes. I salute you! God bless. Frans


  • Dienush
    March 28, 2008

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    Wow, this really is very personal.. It's something that you had the courage to post it. I agree to the beginning a lot, and the ending is actually inspirational to me. I hope writing this has helped some. Thank you for entering.


  • bleedingheart91
    March 25, 2008

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    Wow...

    That was really long. Lol. It was sad. I like the fact about the god part cause i can't easily beleive in god, but, yeah... Its sad. Maybe to long though.. it was kinda hard to keep interest..