Life is a gift of God,
The evil we endore,
is through the choice
of the Human.
I sit alone and wonder why,
Why have you molested me?
Oh how I have cried since,
I was about seven.
Yet I face you at,
every family function,
I cringe when you,
Kiss me hello.
The sight of your face,
It makes me feel sick.
But my pain,
It did not end there...
I sit alone and wonder why,
Why did you try to rape me?
Oh have I have cried about,
Seven years now.
You have turned me into
a prisoner in my own home.
I loved you,
And you didn't even care.
We were going out to
work out our problems,
and your and your drunk friend,
Tore at my clothes and laughed while I screamed.
I always thought sex,
it was a way of love.
Will I ever really know
how to show you how I really feel.
What is it to make love,
When all I see is the faces...
The faces of the men,
who tourched me.
They made me feel dirty,
They made me do it,
They destroyed my life,
I am a prisoner.
When I go out,
I look behind me,
I cringe at every smile,
from any man.
Are they thinking,
She would make good prey,
Or are they just being nice,
And want to say Hi.
Life as I once knew it,
So full and so free,
Has gone away,
The crys of he made me.....
Author notes
I have endured so much pain in my life, I only wish that it would go away, and that I could forget, and learn to live as I once did. Carefree like a child with no cares in the world.
Written February 17th, 2004
A contest entry
- +Unfortunate Depression+ by -Twilight-.
425 points, ended February 22, 2004, 82 entries
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OMFG I can feel your pain. My best friend (you-dont-know-me here on AP) has been continually molested by her uncle since she was 12 and it still happens; I've witnessed how psychologically screwy this can be. Fantastic write; it's very raw.
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OMFG I can feel your pain. My best friend (you-dont-know-me here on AP) has been continually molested by her uncle since she was 12 and it still happens; I've witnessed how psychologically screwy this can be. Fantastic write; it's very raw,
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This is painfully scrawled upon the page. I'm sorry you went through that.
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aww
I really think we all wish we could juss be like, 2 or 3 years old again...being happy no matter what, not knowing about all the hate in the world. great write!
good-luck
Steph
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