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This is the official breaking of my last emotional wall. After this everything within will be exposed, and I will be vulnerable. So sit back, keep an open mind, and prepare your mind for the wretched.
Aah, I love water, so beautiful and relaxing. What? Why is my world shaking? I open my eyes to a dark room, and him hovering over me. Come with me he says, and Im merely a child, so I only know to listen to adults. I follow. He leads me into his room, and locks the door. I sit on the bed. Am I in trouble I think to myself? No. he just wants to play a game, I like those, I play along. He touches my leg, I think nothing of it. He touches higher, this doesnt feel right, but I have known him all of my life, he wouldnt hurt me. Would he? He tells me to lie down, to relax, I obey. He asks me to take off my pajamas, I am scared. I need to see that youre healthy; your pajamas get in the way. He says. Stupid me I listen. Hes touching me again am I healthy? I ask myself. Why is he touching me so low? Im so cold. Why is he taking his clothes off? He lies beside me, this doesnt feel right, I try to leave. He grabs me, and pins me down. Dont scream or Ill have to punish you. Im quiet. He moves on top of me, I can feel pressure OUCH! Whats happening? This hurts. I start to cry, but it doesnt phase him. Im torn. He starts to grunt and pant, and all I feel is a warm liquid inside of me. Why me? He lies beside me, and tells me hell be back for me tomorrow night, and he was. Every night for 7 years he was there, and he got more aggressive. Yet, I cover the bruises and I hide the tears. What else can I do? I continue to grow up hiding the pain; I dont know what else to do. Were moving my parents say. Im so relieved, overjoyed, ecstatic. I begin to pack. I leave my unused toys, my dusty dolls, but I bring my clothes, poems, and tears of joy. Were in a new place, Im in a new school, with new children, and I now have a personality. I dont trust, every male is the enemy. Theyre waiting to hurt me. Months go by Halloween will be here soon, Im happy. Im in my costume, getting candy. Im stopped. Im pulled into a car. Not again! This hurts, what am I doing wrong? I begin to hide; I dont talk to people anymore, im scared of them. A year goes by, its October first itll be Halloween soon. Im staying home. I hear a knocking, but why? Its 11 at night. Whose this? Who cares? He just hit me. I fight back. Im knocked unconscious. When I wake I see the bruises, feel the liquid, and feel the depression. Why me?! What have I ever done? Im worth nothing, I have no meaning, I want to die. I slit my wrists, and see the blood. Why am I still living? I grab the rope and begin to hang, but I am cut down. Damn it let me die! Im tired of the pain. I stay cold to everyone
afraid of what they would do to me. Then I become friends with a girl.. Shawn. Our friendship seems to be going well. I get sad. She invites me to hang out with her for the night. I trust her. Her friend Brett comes over. They start drinking, I start drinking. Brett pins me, I yell no, I yell for help.. nothing. He rapes me. I lose my trust, I cry. Please wont you let me die?
*from my subconscious*
I see only darkness. Thats fine. I want to kill. Stab them, and see the blood. I see bodies. They arent normal their decaying faces, the maggots crawling over them consuming their flesh. Is that me? No matter what you do in life, you will decay, and you will be forgotten. Blood. I can see myself. Im lying in a corner, in a pool of my own blood; my heart has been ripped out and is lying beside me. My turn. I grab my knife, and begin to stab everyone around me. Let them all bleed, they deserve it. I lie down once more. I dont move again, Ive become the corpse, the body, no one cries for me. Briefly missed only to be inevitably forgotten.
Aah, I love water, so beautiful and relaxing. What? Why is my world shaking? I open my eyes to a dark room, and him hovering over me. Come with me he says, and Im merely a child, so I only know to listen to adults. I follow. He leads me into his room, and locks the door. I sit on the bed. Am I in trouble I think to myself? No. he just wants to play a game, I like those, I play along. He touches my leg, I think nothing of it. He touches higher, this doesnt feel right, but I have known him all of my life, he wouldnt hurt me. Would he? He tells me to lie down, to relax, I obey. He asks me to take off my pajamas, I am scared. I need to see that youre healthy; your pajamas get in the way. He says. Stupid me I listen. Hes touching me again am I healthy? I ask myself. Why is he touching me so low? Im so cold. Why is he taking his clothes off? He lies beside me, this doesnt feel right, I try to leave. He grabs me, and pins me down. Dont scream or Ill have to punish you. Im quiet. He moves on top of me, I can feel pressure OUCH! Whats happening? This hurts. I start to cry, but it doesnt phase him. Im torn. He starts to grunt and pant, and all I feel is a warm liquid inside of me. Why me? He lies beside me, and tells me hell be back for me tomorrow night, and he was. Every night for 7 years he was there, and he got more aggressive. Yet, I cover the bruises and I hide the tears. What else can I do? I continue to grow up hiding the pain; I dont know what else to do. Were moving my parents say. Im so relieved, overjoyed, ecstatic. I begin to pack. I leave my unused toys, my dusty dolls, but I bring my clothes, poems, and tears of joy. Were in a new place, Im in a new school, with new children, and I now have a personality. I dont trust, every male is the enemy. Theyre waiting to hurt me. Months go by Halloween will be here soon, Im happy. Im in my costume, getting candy. Im stopped. Im pulled into a car. Not again! This hurts, what am I doing wrong? I begin to hide; I dont talk to people anymore, im scared of them. A year goes by, its October first itll be Halloween soon. Im staying home. I hear a knocking, but why? Its 11 at night. Whose this? Who cares? He just hit me. I fight back. Im knocked unconscious. When I wake I see the bruises, feel the liquid, and feel the depression. Why me?! What have I ever done? Im worth nothing, I have no meaning, I want to die. I slit my wrists, and see the blood. Why am I still living? I grab the rope and begin to hang, but I am cut down. Damn it let me die! Im tired of the pain. I stay cold to everyone
afraid of what they would do to me. Then I become friends with a girl.. Shawn. Our friendship seems to be going well. I get sad. She invites me to hang out with her for the night. I trust her. Her friend Brett comes over. They start drinking, I start drinking. Brett pins me, I yell no, I yell for help.. nothing. He rapes me. I lose my trust, I cry. Please wont you let me die?
*from my subconscious*
I see only darkness. Thats fine. I want to kill. Stab them, and see the blood. I see bodies. They arent normal their decaying faces, the maggots crawling over them consuming their flesh. Is that me? No matter what you do in life, you will decay, and you will be forgotten. Blood. I can see myself. Im lying in a corner, in a pool of my own blood; my heart has been ripped out and is lying beside me. My turn. I grab my knife, and begin to stab everyone around me. Let them all bleed, they deserve it. I lie down once more. I dont move again, Ive become the corpse, the body, no one cries for me. Briefly missed only to be inevitably forgotten.
I empathize with you and congratulate you on being able to voice on "paper" what has been in your heart forever. You are not gone, but like the phoenix, come out of the fire to a new birth.
One gift you have is writing. Please continue to share this gift with us, even if the content is sorrowful and full of sadness. Hugs to you!
my prayers are with you sweetheart.
love trish
Do not, ever, let others take your life away from you, because no one can ever live it--or, meet the end of it--BUT YOU.
I take it that you are an adult, now...you are in the first step of healing, the acknowlegement that broken trusts are the things that poison life...take it one step further and seek a professional who can help you strategize for your life ahead.
You are a human being and you have the RIGHT to live as one! Take back the priviledge of living on your own terms and do not let these "cannibals" win.
im scared to thats why i dont put my heart in nothing..
im not saying you do the same but find a way to have a life though..even if its alone..dont listen to ppl saying you need someone..are they going to be there if something happens?..no..so go with your gut..ok?
no one crys for me either except Jesus.hes the only one i trust.
In my mind, I pretended (or I believed the lie my father taught me) that the men couldn't help it. I made them do this to me because I was flirty and blah blah blah (it really doesn't matter now). So I made in my mind that I was somehow a willing participant.
Having it happen as a child and then as a teenager and over and over as an adult. I felt as though I was marked with a sign asking for it. I know how you feel, you describe how I felt. I hope it helps you to know that others also felt that same way.
The ugliness of abuse is more than the act but that it ruins your body, your soul, your mind, you innocence and so much more. My whold identity as a person now is about being a person who was abused, being a person who discovered all the abuse that I hid from myself, being a person who needed to learn not to abuse herself, being a person who could survive, being a mother who could stop the cycle, being a mentally ill person suffering because of the abuse, being a person who must always learn who she is and who she is not away from the abuse.
It is so ugly. And winning is so beautiful. Somewhere.
secondly if these things happen to u, u need to contact the police so people go to jail. you cant let this happen 2 you, and you do nothing about it but feel bad.