My Abuser

How can a thing as a

touch turn a world upside

down?

From a child with smiles to a

child with frowns. He showed

me he loved me in more ways

than one, with jokes and

laughter and his so called

fun. I loved him to death,

but at times I was scared.

How could he have done

this, ruin the moments we

shared. His hands were so

cold as they would run down

my skin. I was only a child

when my world caved in. He’d

show me his affection, and I

would try not to see. How did

he not know that this was

hurting me. I hated him so

much, but every time I would

go. He would want to see me,

then his part he would show.

Just the thought of all this

brings tears to my eyes. I

would lay on my bed, and I

would cry my unheard cries.

He never told menot to speak

a word, but still I kept

shut, and never told a soul.

For years this went on till

my world became torn. I was

now like an old rag, dirty

and worn. One day I got the

courage to come out and say

hey, I’ve been sexually

abused, please someone come

to my dismay. When my parents

found out my mother had words

to say. I felt relaxed now,

he would finally pay. When my

relatives heard they all

looked away. How could they

all do this, just let him get

his way. For all those out

there who have been sexually

abused don’t stay quiet, get

up and fight for what’s true.

My abuser was family, and he

took my innocence from me. I

pray for the day that he’ll

see, all the pain he caused

me.

by mzoey11
posted on 04/25/2008