Post by allmeheart on Apr 5, 2006 19:28:52 GMT -6
"Abused Little Kid"
I hide behind this mask
Concealing all my fears
The ones that have accumulated
Over all these years
You threatened me until
I swore not to tell
Promised not to say a word
About this private hell
I trusted you before I knew
The way you really were
But the past is now
Merely a hopeless blur
How can you enjoy,
Beating up your daughter?
As if I were just
Another animal to slaughter
Mom was never told
About the things you did
How I was just
Her abused little kid
I came home with
My cuts and my scrapes
Black and blue bruises
In fist like shapes
You got lucky I guess
That I was too frightened to tell
But the truth of the matter is
I was scared to rebel
I can’t take anymore
All the abuse
But I suppose its not
A good enough excuse
Cause no one really listened
When I spoke up and said
Daddy’s abused me
& I wish I were dead
You’re reading a poem
About the story of my life
Where every moments filled
With trouble and strife
I can’t find the exit
Don’t see an escape
I can’t help but wonder
If you had intended to rape
I can relax though now
As I lie in this grave
Seeing as how
I’m still being brave
My lips are sewn shut
So I can’t tell my tale
But thank god for
The mighty email
When this was found
Mom sent this to everyone she knew
Help the memory of me live on
Starting with you
Don’t think that this is a joke
Because its not
It’s the god honest truth
Of the battles I’ve fought
~Jessica~
A/N: I had intended to send this around in an email to make a point.... but please let me know what you think before I do, and yes I did write this...
I hide behind this mask
Concealing all my fears
The ones that have accumulated
Over all these years
You threatened me until
I swore not to tell
Promised not to say a word
About this private hell
I trusted you before I knew
The way you really were
But the past is now
Merely a hopeless blur
How can you enjoy,
Beating up your daughter?
As if I were just
Another animal to slaughter
Mom was never told
About the things you did
How I was just
Her abused little kid
I came home with
My cuts and my scrapes
Black and blue bruises
In fist like shapes
You got lucky I guess
That I was too frightened to tell
But the truth of the matter is
I was scared to rebel
I can’t take anymore
All the abuse
But I suppose its not
A good enough excuse
Cause no one really listened
When I spoke up and said
Daddy’s abused me
& I wish I were dead
You’re reading a poem
About the story of my life
Where every moments filled
With trouble and strife
I can’t find the exit
Don’t see an escape
I can’t help but wonder
If you had intended to rape
I can relax though now
As I lie in this grave
Seeing as how
I’m still being brave
My lips are sewn shut
So I can’t tell my tale
But thank god for
The mighty email
When this was found
Mom sent this to everyone she knew
Help the memory of me live on
Starting with you
Don’t think that this is a joke
Because its not
It’s the god honest truth
Of the battles I’ve fought
~Jessica~
A/N: I had intended to send this around in an email to make a point.... but please let me know what you think before I do, and yes I did write this...