A Very Unwanted Memory...

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A Very Unwanted Memory...

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When my eyes close, I feel the touches. When I reopen them, The faces come into focus. I can't get away, From the bastards, That did this. I'm surrounded all the time. I wish i could just forget, Those nights, That ruined my life. And yes, that is plural. Once I start to get, My mind off of my problem, Something comes up, That reminds me again. Be it a picture, A movie or a smell, I can't escape, From the horrors that possess my thoughts.

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I can relate, more than most would guess. You took the words right out of my mouth. My dad, my brother, and my stepsister all molested me when I was younger. In fact, they sold me as a child prostitute from when I was five to the time I was fifteen. I finally was able to tell someone, and they helped me. I have those scars, ones you won't see unless you take a long time and just let me open up to you. I still feel the same revulsion to people that I did when I first got away. It's better now, but before I would flinch if someone even tried to hug me. Now, there are a few people I let physically close, and I have even fallen in love now, consumated it not to long ago. I'm almost eighteen now, in fact this sunday is my birthday. But still, I find myself shaking and wimpering every night. Don't let your past hold you back, that's what I'm learning, and the advice I would pass on to you. Lady Rose

| Posted on 2009-03-11 00:00:00 | by Texan_Poet | [ Reply to This ]

WOW once again you amaze me and take the words right out of my mouth. There are so many victims who are now survivors of pain, well not just any pain but horrific pain. I molested by my babysitters son for 7 years, then again in high school for the month of September and by the same guy last year in September. I know exactly how you feel. I mean not exactly because we all feel differently about our situations but I know of what you feel. The sad thing about my life is that my father keeps raping me over and over again and my family still doesn't believe that he is doing it. So I have to suffer until I am 18 which won't be until December. I just hope that no more pain is being inflicted upon you now. Peace and Love Ray

| Posted on 2009-03-08 00:00:00 | by Rachel Ruff | [ Reply to This ]

I can relate to this so much it's scary. I used to live in Myrtle Beach and I was gang raped in the ghetto. A little white girl at 3am in the ghetto is asking for trouble, but it was horrific and I still hear the pounding on the door for the next"Homey's" turn. They were lined up outside the front door like people waiting for the next playstation. Don't really talk of it much, but I find it helpful to put it out there to make known, there are many of us. And we survive daily. The smell of that pillow and pounds on the door will forever haunt me, but I am also smarter and stronger now because of it. Not to mention I am a bitter ex-US soldier/ convicted felon...let em mess with me now...I dare them!!!

| Posted on 2009-01-29 00:00:00 | by Jessa | [ Reply to This ]

It's good. Not Dickens; but, what is? What speaks to me here is that it is easy for anyone, who has been through anything vaguely horrific, to identify with these words. It speaks of how anything can remind you of what happened, a movie, a picture, a smell. I especially like the first stanza, "When my eyes close, I feel the touches. When I reopen them, The faces come into focus." Eyes open or closed, the memory is always right in your face, on your skin, wherever it has left its mark. Yeah, I actually really like it. Good job.

| Posted on 2009-01-02 00:00:00 | by alittlebithippy | [ Reply to This ]

Wow. This is real deep...and painful it would seem. Someone must have hurt you greatly or you would not feel this way. I know my problem may not be the same, but, I was in a relationship. He had warned me not to be with certain friends of mine. He didn't trust them. After a party one night, where my boy wasn't there, I had a friend drive me home. This was the friend my boyfriend didn't want me to be around. When I had noticed that we were passing the driveway to my house, I had looked at him, and I knew what he had planned. After parking at the side of the road quite a ways down, I began to get out of the car. And it automatically locked...you can tell what happened...I kneed him in his nuts so he'd leave me alone! But what I had found out later. Is that, my own boyfriend, who I had loved so much, had spoken with this friend and told him to do this to prove his point...his point being, that my friends were not his friends...of course turns out, that it was only a plan in order for him to break up with me before I had found out that he was cheating. So yeah, sorry if this is not the relating you were looking for, but at least I tried. Much love ~unnamed tear~

| Posted on 2009-01-02 00:00:00 | by unnamedtear | [ Reply to This ]

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