I ask myself questions. Why me? Why did you do it? I mean, you constantly put me through pain that you have cost me throughout my entire childhood.
Everything you put me through has been running through my mind repeatedly; the abuse would never stop. The physical and mental abuse that you cause has scarred me for life. The person who was supposed to protect me the most was hurting me.
The pain never seems to end. I was wondering why me. I have two sisters, yet I was chosen to take all the blows from his hits and no one else. Again I ask the question, Why me? A father's duty is to protect his children, not use them as a punching bag whenever things don't go his way, and not have them constantly running away, fearing him whenever they are near.
I can never trust anyone because the person I was supposed to trust the most was hurting me. I could never tell the difference between a good man and a bad all of them looked the same to me. Because of you and how I was treated, I cannot trust anyone again.
I asked myself, what did I do to deserve the punishment and resentment for you?
So I asked myself, Why Me?
