I once knew a victim of child abuse
For a man's pedophilic affections was she used
No one on earth heard her terrified screams
Afraid of the dark for what darkness mean
Alone at night fear darkened her eyes
Her mind playing over sad, sick lullabies
No one saw the scars on her arms and her hearts
No one held her as she cried it the dark
A broken soul aged only ten
Knowing she'd never be whole again
Wanting to die having hardly known life
A darkened youth to be cut short by her knife
She was young and free and safe
Now her home was a terrible place
No longer did she sleep safe and sound
She hid in the closet so as not to be found
Where was the innocence all others had
Hers had been taken while she drove herself mad
Thoughts of self hate seeped beneath her skin
Led her to think it's her fault and sin
Her life was no longer simple and free
Her childhood robbed, she wished no longer to breathe
She was so terribly alone
And she believed she deserved a broken home
And as she grew, her depression grew deeper
Everyone she trusted would abandon and leave her
And her self loathing became obsessive now
A childhood ruined and thrown to waste
Darkness destroyed light of once innocent days
Yes, I once knew a victim of abuse, you see
The lonely victim I know, is me
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Hurt Me Further
PoetryA series of poems I've written. Really depressing. Some are stories of my life. Others are just my descriptions/actions of and based on depression and PTSD enjoy :)