I wake up to blood Stains on my shirt.I rub so hard my hand bleeds.
I can't let anyone see the blood for they will find out who is hurting me.
I was only 6 when he came to my room.
I would pretend that I was floating on the ceiling.
I'm 54 now but I still can feel that hurt in my stomach off and on guess it will always be there.
Suicide seems like a good answer but I have a joy in my life my grandson Matt he needs me.Thank God for my joy!!!