21. A Cry For Help
A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
I was molested by my father and all these years later I still get these feelings he's standing over me and this poem spoke to me and it's so true we still live it daily! You are not alone!
Scared and alone a sad little girl cries herself to sleep,
No hand to hold, no one to tell, so alone at night she'd weep.
Tears falling down her nine year old face,
Thank you for sharing your story. I was sexually, physically, and emotionally abused by my step-father from the time I was 7 until I was 20. I know the pain you feel or the anger you might...
I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.
Your poems really touched me. I have a dad who drinks and parties a lot on weekdays. My brother and I don't like it at all. He beats me when he's drunk. I cry at night wishing my late mom can...
I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.
Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do.
I need help and I need it from you.
My life is full of "ups" and "downs,"
and I need someone to lift my "frowns."
I can relate to this because I have been in the same scenario with my dad...and so it's good to know that we are many in this. But the truth is, somehow, you have to talk about it. You may...
I never thought I would have this conversation with you.
Listen, you were only 10 and didn't know what to do.
You did the best you could from the choices you had to chose.
It wasn't your fault.
Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.
Past the moon and the stars,
This relates to me so much.
She looked up to you.
I did to.
I told her you were a good role model.
Over and over I did.
I'm so sorry that your brother betrayed your trust like that. I love my brother so much and could never imagine something like that happening to me. But I do know what it's like to be...
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
With all of your abuse and all of your lies
For every tear that left their eyes
Hey guys and girls...I have been battered and bruised by the guy who happens to be my dad (really hate that word). I have endured a variety of tortures from that man who happens to be my dad...
You stole my innocence, you soiled my life.
How dare you inflict so much strife.
No one protected me, no one saved me.
Suffering alone and wanting to flee.
Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.
I can relate. My mother has done horrible things that made me end up in the hospital, but my dad never left, but he didn't know until I told, so now I'm living with him. Safe, I guess, but I...
Welcome to my broken home,
There's nobody here, I'm all alone.
The walls they scream of things once said,
Can't seem to put into words how you blessed my mind with your poems. They have helped me come out of my shell. Thankful you are comfortable putting this out there for the world to see....
Daddy I remember
I remember it all
Everything you did to me
Don't you recall?
You came to the world,
On a God blessed night.
Your limbs were all there,
Your heart beat just right.
Battered woman,
When are you going to learn?
He doesn't love you.
You're on your own.
I am so glad that this poem has touched your heart. This was my life, but I wanted to reach out to the ones who are living my nightmare, hopefully they will be able to take their lives back...
Late at night I lie in fright
I can hear him coming for me
One hand over my mouth to keep me quite
Dear God, please let my mother see
I count the seconds
As the time comes near.
I know as I wait
That pain will be here.
Small, little child with her eyes open wide
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor little girl just stares into space,
Transports herself into another place.
Nine years ago, if you'd have said
I would be where I am now,
I would have laughed and thought you silly.
How could I escape my living hell?
This from a broken little girl who screamed for her mom all the time but she never came to rescue her. Then I grew and I learned to live with all the bruises and cuts life had thrown at...
I've spent many years now
Running from the bear.
Just when I think you're gone,
You once again are there.