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Untitled © Kathy Barton A little girl so sweet and shy a trusted uncle made her cry from ages six until twelve years old "its our secret" he said - she never told Growing up feeling empty and lost did he know how much it would cost? No! he didn't care about the child standing there dealing with selfhatred - drowning in tears He just cared about his sexual needs and now she stands here - needing to bleed taking a razor - being precise cutting her arm... slice after slice Feelings of anger and love betrayed for years she kept quiet & always obeyed until she could keep it no longer inside too much pain - I just wanna die How could he do that to a child messing up her head - innocents defiled it's just too hard - day after day so this what I need to say Take a knife - cut it deep drops of blood before I sleep if i die before i wake life was to cruel to take There's alot of us out here - you see abused & broken, needing to be free we are scarred, afraid, need some care looking for help - is anyone there? Dont look at us in discust a non-judgemental attitude is a must remember we are still lost children inside running from the pain we try to hide Top of page Webmaster: wulff@ratatosk.net |