I'm Left Silent

• by Audrey Edwards
• 3 years ago

Tears run down my face
He screams, I cry harder
I look at my father
He is red and angry again

What did I do, why I do suffer?
Always a why, but never an answer
Hurt, pain, torment for many years.
How do I rid myself of the demons that still haunt me?

I awake to yelling, screams from my mother. I hear him coming down the hall. I know it's me he is looking for. He slams the door open. I try to make myself disappear in my blankets. His hands reach and find me. I scream as he takes me by the hair and drags me out of bed. Another night of horror has just begun. Hours of pain lay ahead of me. He holds me down, kneeing me repeatedly. My body stings from all the blows, but he won't stop. He doesn't let go. Please God, let me die. The rage the hatred that flows through this man this man I call dad.

• by Alexia Small
• 5 years ago

My name is Lexi. I have been beaten and abused in every day from my mother. I was molested by a 21-year-old who was a super, super senior when I was a sophomore in high school. When I met him, I was desperate for someone to love me because I had no one, but he just wanted sex. When I was 14, another man raped me. He was 25, once again in a different town. I was on the streets and looking for a friend, a place to stay, and somebody to care about me. He did not. I had been suicidal since I was 8, and I had been cutting since I was 5. I’m doing better now, and I’m engaged to someone who hasn’t even asked for sex or hinted at it because he knows my past, and he is the reason I have started to trust men again. I am now 17, and yes, I still have days where I don’t get out of bed, but it’s getting better, and I am starting to feel alive again. There are times when I feel like I see my mother, but I know that she is far away and cannot hurt me again. Now for the men, I will see them again, and that’s okay.

• by Jolie K. Parker, carthage MO
• 6 years ago

I was sexually abused when I was 8 and again when I was 14. I felt like I didn't have a voice when I was 8. I felt petrified. I was frozen and couldn't speak. I lived in fear for 4 years. I finally found my voice when I was 12, but it was too late. I started cutting myself when I was 8 because I couldn't talk about what happened to me. I'm 16 now and I still cut myself but not as religiously as I used to.

• by Marlee Sisters
• 7 years ago

Wow...I have no words. My heart is hurting from this in the best possible way.