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Dont read this, its not very good and the girl dies in the end
"...it'd be amusing to nail
his sorry, Happy Molester ass
to the wall with a hammer
stolen from the bag of 'em
that he's dumber than. "
im tired of this.
being scared
being mentally beatin every day.
i dont expect this to be easy.
but
i wish for one second it could lighten up.
the slightest bit.
i had to deal with it.
for 9 years.
being raped and molseted
sometimes, nightly.
can you imagain being 6 and thinking its normal.
hahah
thats what all brothers do to there little sisters!
No.
it wasnt normal.
or
Right.
And when i FINALLY got the balls to tell someone.
Not for selfish reasons, but for a Baby.
the one time i think about someone else.
yeah. funny right.
I tell my sister. what my brother did. and she calls me a lier. and THAT was the worst part.
having to work up the courage to finally tell someone.
and than being called a lieing heart less bitch.
yeah, thats me alright.
I didnt tell yall sooner cause i didnt wanna ruin the image of your PERFECT boy...
Well Guess what your Perfect boy did.
Guess were he put his fingers NIGHTLY.
guess, what he did, when i got older.
i locked my door.
and
haha
its funny, my MOM, told me that wasnt safe. cause there, could be a fire.
i would have rather burned.
but no big deal.
Right?
i blocked it out than and ill do it again.
but its different now, i found a way to make it better.
and or everyone to see.
the hell i had been through.
to end all the big pain, all i needed was a small knife..
AND THE BEST PART.
i already have the knife. its sharp. and long.
Can you guess who gave it to me..
yeah thats right.
one night after he got done
he gave it to me, and said i would be better off dead...
but i was a coward, i didnt o it. i wish i had.
Im heartless, and cold.
i have nothing.
and i have to see him every day...
maybe im just over thinking this. maybe, maybe im just being a coward again...
but tonight that ends.
-Shelly-
(if you comment on this be as
harsh as possible... i want
honesty. and yes, this is
true, it all happened. except
the end were i kill myself.
Oh well i guess i am a coward. :/)
by Kookie3104
posted on 11/19/2009
his sorry, Happy Molester ass
to the wall with a hammer
stolen from the bag of 'em
that he's dumber than. "
im tired of this.
being scared
being mentally beatin every day.
i dont expect this to be easy.
but
i wish for one second it could lighten up.
the slightest bit.
i had to deal with it.
for 9 years.
being raped and molseted
sometimes, nightly.
can you imagain being 6 and thinking its normal.
hahah
thats what all brothers do to there little sisters!
No.
it wasnt normal.
or
Right.
And when i FINALLY got the balls to tell someone.
Not for selfish reasons, but for a Baby.
the one time i think about someone else.
yeah. funny right.
I tell my sister. what my brother did. and she calls me a lier. and THAT was the worst part.
having to work up the courage to finally tell someone.
and than being called a lieing heart less bitch.
yeah, thats me alright.
I didnt tell yall sooner cause i didnt wanna ruin the image of your PERFECT boy...
Well Guess what your Perfect boy did.
Guess were he put his fingers NIGHTLY.
guess, what he did, when i got older.
i locked my door.
and
haha
its funny, my MOM, told me that wasnt safe. cause there, could be a fire.
i would have rather burned.
but no big deal.
Right?
i blocked it out than and ill do it again.
but its different now, i found a way to make it better.
and or everyone to see.
the hell i had been through.
to end all the big pain, all i needed was a small knife..
AND THE BEST PART.
i already have the knife. its sharp. and long.
Can you guess who gave it to me..
yeah thats right.
one night after he got done
he gave it to me, and said i would be better off dead...
but i was a coward, i didnt o it. i wish i had.
Im heartless, and cold.
i have nothing.
and i have to see him every day...
maybe im just over thinking this. maybe, maybe im just being a coward again...
but tonight that ends.
-Shelly-
(if you comment on this be as
harsh as possible... i want
honesty. and yes, this is
true, it all happened. except
the end were i kill myself.
Oh well i guess i am a coward. :/)
by Kookie3104
posted on 11/19/2009
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Comment by flippinthrulife17: Nov 19, 2009 9:57 pm
and I know you said don't read it...but you know me...Comment by quix: Nov 19, 2009 11:58 pm
poem was awkwardly phrased. sometimes, this can be good, but it didn't fit for this poem. liked it otherwise, though. sort of...
AS TO YOUR BROTHER?
next time he comes to your room at an inappropriate hour, tell him, NO. scream it, loud and long. scream like all the hurt he has caused you over the years is running over your skin, and keep screaming until he leaves, or someone else comes. tell them. tell them that it happened again. tell them that it has been happening for a long time, tell them about your fear, and how long it took you to scrape up the courage to do all this.
and if he continues hurting you? if no one does anything about it?
listen close...
get the phone. lock yourself in your room, or the bathroom, someplace with a lock. and... this last part is important: call the police. if your family won't help you, they can.
tell them that your brother has been molesting you for a long time, and your family didn't help you. tell them that you want it to stop, that you don't like it, that you don't even feel safe in your own house-- if that is indeed the case. tell them to send someone to help you.
you need to keep pressing, and keep pressing until change happens. don't let people keep leaving you to the wolves. your mom tells you that you can't lock your door? lock it anyway. would you rather have your brother come to you at night, or get in trouble with your mom? if she asks you why you insist on doing it, take her off somewhere private, and TELL HER.
there are so many people who have these things happen to them as children, who don't do anything about it, only to have it haunt them for the rest of their lives.
if you can't get your mother to believe you, talk to people at your school. surely there's a teacher or administrator you trust?
believe me, someone WILL help you. you just have to keep trying.
don't let this break you.
oh, and look around for information online, too, since you obviously have online access. there are SO many people you can talk to online about this. keep trying, keep trying, don't give up.
Comment by Novabomb27: Nov 19, 2009 10:25 pm
I don't know how old you are but if you are old enough to write this then you are old enough to fill out a police repot if your sister and mom don't belive you then the police will and they will take action Comment by Alexanne: Nov 20, 2009 3:10 am
OH MY GOD.
if i live near you house, i swear, i'll get you and youll live with me. there you can be safe.
and for your brother,
fuck the hell out of him!
hey, take action.
this may be hard but everything will work out in the end. just belive
fight, fight for you right!
if no one belives you, curse them!
fight for your right like it doesnt matter if they belive you or not.
youre not a psycho to make up stories like that right?
i belive in you. we belive in you.
if you need anyone to talk to, in here, were here.
together well always pull through.
god bless. keep us updated. were worried about you.
goodluck hun.
Comment by flippinthrulife17: Nov 19, 2009 9:53 pm
...*nauseous*...
...okay...so...Here goes (my harsh criticism that you want?)...
This...wasn't your fault.
It's hard to know what to say to something like this...In a way, I think I shouldn't say anything...but the thing is this...
we all get fucked over in life...some alot more than others...
and I want to tell you that...It's fucked up when nobody believes us when we speak the truth...but I believe you...
this is your story, I'm listening. and if you need to talk...am listening still...
you're stronger than I could ever be.
Comment by BlackbookPast: Nov 20, 2009 8:47 am
i agree with everyone so far. you need to get the police involved..i cant beleive i said that but you need to. if your brother does this and no one else wants to help take matters into your own hands. call the police or run. just get your self out of that.Comment by solonely: Nov 21, 2009 5:13 pm
This isn't your fault at all and you having the courage to write about it and tell people then you aren't a coward. The poem itself was depressing, it was yes awkwardly phrases but it was a good poem, not good what happened but good that you wrote about it. I suggest keeping your door locked but you should definitely call the police, but whatever you do you need to get this to stop.Comment by Kookie3104: Nov 22, 2009 11:52 pm
Thank you everyone. i know it was awkwardly written, but i was really upset and hurt when i wrote it.... Sorry it sucks so badly.
-Shelly-
Comment by rsurfn2: Dec 10, 2009 9:02 pm
You dear child no one. no one
has to live like this. definitely call the police!
right away. Life is to cruel.
And I thought I had problems.
You are very courageous you can
get help you must get help.
there are honest caring people
in this world that won't let this keep happening to you!
Rsurfn2