Hiding in this dark corner.
Tears falling like rain.
Thinking of what just
happen to my heart.
“Liar” she loudly declared.
Raising her hand wildly,
burning her imprint
into my face.
Mom doesn’t believe me.
Pushed away from loving arms.
My mind in total grief,
wanting to die right there.
Guilt of what happened,
scarred into my heart.
Branded into my young soul.
Painful memories,
of my cousins touch.
Yearning hands groping,
burning as it moves,
along my body.
Feeling helpless,
as I laid there,
unable to move.
Praying for God to
help me.
Abuse is done.
Bored of me now.
Feelings of dirtiness,
overwhelming my soul.
Thinking back,
as I sit in this corner.
Darkness hiding me,
from the evil ones,
above me.
Alone and scared.
No comfort to find me.
Hurt and confused.
No one cares
for the small child,
of five. |
Submission Name: Abused
