I wonder every day 'why me'
I was only a kid with a pretty smile
The smile I once had now broken
Bruises still hidden under my skin
Tears still fall day by day
I'm still buried in his grip, wondering how to be free
The nights of not sleeping, wondering if he was going to sneak in with grippy hands
When my guard would go down, then thats when he would strike
He'd strip me off my cloths and he'd get his way with me
He brought up his hand and strike six times
Pick me up from the nack or shoulders then threw me
Threw things at me, thinking it was funny
For no reason at all he would sneak up behind and put a red mark on me as If I was a punching bag for his anger
For no reason he would sneak at nights for his own sensations and satifactions, he'd put his hands all over me with a grin
'Why Me, ' why did he choose me
I once called him father
In a way im glad he choose me, I survived
Id rather it be me then my brother and sister
I live in fear and anger
I wonder when can I finally let my guard down
To scared to let my guard down
For he might strike again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing poem april i am sorry about it but you know if you write about feel it will help just even the slitest bit to take some of that away! keep writting girl i know you have more love kaitlin