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Cry Out

Mother let me tell you what no one ever knew the secrets on this page I dout God has a clue for if you see through my eyes what daddy did was nothing you were all I had left why did you think i was bluffing It wasn't a joke mommy I tried, I cried and I cut myself I even begged for you to get me help and you had no idea? How could that be mommy I told you everything How dare you lie to me! I lived with my self hate and daddy got off what didn't you get? I always looked lost I locked my door and I screamed I hate him but all you did was say You can't escape him! Well mommy I could always say you'll never know me better that way you'll never see the innocent me it was taken, shaken and re-made in a whole new way this poem is about you mommy things I don't have the guts to say Honestly mommy I don't know what hurts more looking in your eyes as you called me a WHORE for I didn't do it I didn't dress wrong? I just wanted a daddy thats why it hurt all along Mommy but you hurt me most of all you never trusted me Even after telling you mommy should daddy haved'lusted' me? but you didn't listen and I had to cope with the shame cutting myself everytime I got away and creating a whole new name a facade and a wall I put around myself I told you for years "Mommy, I need help, I hate myself, I can't live this way, mommy what daddy does, I don't think I could say. It hurts to look at the man I am supposed to trust My daddy how dare he Lust?" But all you did was say do as he says I begegd and pleaded But you'd just shake your head. And now mommy it's to late I'd glady rather be DEAD I lost the little girl That i use to be everything inside has died and I am just not me so I gess the stranger that I now see is a broken child that could neve just BE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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