The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.
They don't know
About struggling through the sleepless nights, anticipating that next big fight,
About envisioning that same depressing sight, then staring at it until daylight.
There once was a murder,
But this one has a twist.
The victim was my innocence,
Stolen through his fist.
I understand exactly what you mean because I, too, am not the same after being molested by my 15-year-old cousin. I will never be the same, and it hurts to say, but I, too, am not sure if...
Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.
I was abused by my dad when I was a child. Whenever I think about it, it hurts. It hurts, and the worst part of it is that I can't tell anyone, not because I'm not allowed, but because of me....
Her smile was visible to all,
Showing a dark secret
From an inescapable memory
Because of the lie she kept telling herself.
Small, little child with her eyes open wide
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor little girl just stares into space,
Transports herself into another place.
My mind is full of many doors
Where lots of secrets dwell.
Not many people get inside.
I'm scared they might just tell!
I see through all the lies and whispers. The stares that penetrate and change my soul. The accusing glances will fill me with doubt. Alone with uncertainty I question my sanity. My sacrifice,...
Wake up, Momma and Daddy are gone, for now we have time.
Wake up, hurry I need to feel good for a little, you'll be ok. You'll like it too.
I lie awake on my back as you take charge and I young, unaware, confused wondering will it be done.
I lie awake as she begins to peel off my clothes with the hands that help me get dressed for school.
Nine years ago, if you'd have said
I would be where I am now,
I would have laughed and thought you silly.
How could I escape my living hell?
This from a broken little girl who screamed for her mom all the time but she never came to rescue her. Then I grew and I learned to live with all the bruises and cuts life had thrown at...
Her tears kept her going.
Her beauty was never seen.
Her pain was never felt,
Only her mistakes were judged.
Years have passed; I continue to grow,
Yet I hold a secret not many seem to know.
The pain and hurt is still all too real in my mind.
You did bad things that weren't kind.
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