No one ever believed me. No one took me seriously. I wanted to die. I scratched and scraped and cut and screamed and cried. No one ever came to help. No one ever cared to listen. I had to get thru it on my own. I had to take it like good girls do. Children were meant to be seen not heard. Why are you so horrible?
I was merely a child. I didn't need to feel those things, but I wanted to be valued; to be seen as a human being. I needed to be listened to. I needed a shoulder to cry on.
But no one came.
I burned the bridges, the religion, my childhood home, and "good" memories to the ground.
Only then did they hear my whimpers and by that time they had no sympathy. They didn't understand why. Why did you betray us? Why are you hurting us? You were such a shy obedient little girl.
How else was I supposed to act when every time I opened my mouth it was nailed shut? I kept my head low and lips tight. Any time I wanted to speak, I wept.
But no one cared.
Everything I'd ever done had been done out of fear. I knew one day id have to accept everything that happened was my fault.
What happened to you?
I told them everything.
But no one listened.
