Being molested cut me deep inside,
and all I really wanted to do was cry.
The emotions it brought me, I can't deny,
that it left me a horrible feeling inside.
The pain it brought me, I felt alone,
and soon I started getting out of control.
This feeling it was killing me inside.
That I could not tell my secret that was forever haunting my mind.
This so called "uncle" was my family and made me do things that I would never want to do,
and after he finished he'd say nothing but, "I love you."
What I found so repulsive and vile to me, but I was full of fear not wanting to tell,
because I knew it would bring me hell.
Life gets harder day by day,
but now I don't have to worry about him wanting to play.
What he wanted to play was not a game;
it was disgusting and sickening to my brain.
I lay by my bed, sit on the floor, cross my hands and begin to pray
because I'm finally happy now that the doors shut and he has gone away.
When I was about 11years old I met a girl named Penny who had the most beautiful skin, who's father would keep her locked up inside their apartment all day during the summer. She was never...
Survivor Of Molestation
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
I can't tell you to leave, because I know it is much easier said than done. What helped me is turning my heart to God. Even if no one is up there, it gave me the hope and strength to know that I do have a Father that loves me and I do not need anything but love from a man.