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Invisible I had to speak louder Repeat myself five times And wait ten minutes Just for one sentence to be heard No one noticed when I slipped into a deep pool of depression Until I was hit in the arm I cried out in pain Said nothing was wrong Trying to hide it in vain They sat me down Removed my sleeves And I got attention For the little red cuts I promised I'd stop And again Invisible Invisible I had to speak loud Repeat myself over and over In hopes that I would be heard No one noticed when I reached out Reached out to the world Trusted a boy And got so very hurt One night In the dark He sat me down Passed it around Provoking me with his charms And dangerous smile And then alone ......I didn't know Until it was too late And then Invisible Invisible I stopped speaking up My words I didn't repeat In hopes that they wouldn't realize Each day I hid Behind a smile Each lie survived Behind cold eyes Each memory burned Embers hot into my mind At night I cried silently Afraid to go to sleep Terrified of my secret dreams Saw him every where Never been so scared Cried always And still Invisible Invisible I drew inside There I cried Haunted by burning memories Parents to never know Their child deceived Siblings and peers believing lies And glare with hate-filled eyes Never trust a boy Not to hurt you Cast out So hurt I only wanted love Just a hug Not this abuse Which left my mind bruised And again Invisible Invisible Mommy wont know Daddy wont be told Go ahead, don't believe Say I'm lying But you, my so called friend Weren't trapped beneath that man Unable to scream Unable to make him stop Unable to call the cops The drugs, weren't in your system And you weren't there that night Invisible Always Invisible (C) Jessica Trotter This, I am bravely putting up, for everyone who has been through something like this. Unfortunately, I am one of those people. My parents will never ever know, and I'll never report it, nor share this guys name, that I still see sometimes. This is a true story. One that haunts me all the time. I was 13 years old, when this 17 year old guy did this to me. It took some time, but I'm better than I was, and I know that not all boys, guys, men or who ever are like this. I know that there are good people, I just have to watch out for those, who really aren't. Thank you for allowing me to share this. Love, Jese

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 9/23/2012 6:47:00 PM
Being invisible can compound the effects of our traumatic episodes, oddly, being forced to address our traumas repeatedly by ourselves can help us to cure the wounds more completely than if we had soothing counsel from friends our professionals - consequently, self analysis thats successful will also aid in effective recovery from future assualts, physical or emotional - I' so glad you found a way to conquer this tragedy Jay without be buried by cynicism - with respect & love - J.A.B. %
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Date: 6/10/2010 6:09:00 AM
hello rain its been way to long my friend your always a great writter sorry i havent been around im back hope your doing well great job as always cheers my friend write me back let me know how ya are later your buddy John
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Date: 6/10/2009 11:28:00 AM
wow this is amaizng and very sad but i know how this feels and one day we will all get out of this pain.
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Date: 5/20/2009 10:51:00 AM
oh god, that last verse made me nauseous. I'm glad you're in a better place now. I had a fling with little red cuts myself years ago. For me the hardest part was not talking about it but you seem to be communicating some dark stuff here. From my own experience, I could only ask that you not let this slip into the abyss of mental denial. That's where things get really strange. -Yoni
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Date: 5/5/2009 7:08:00 PM
AMAZINGLY WRITTEN!!! I LOVE IT SOOO MUCH!!! I still cut myself and I have alot of things wrong with me if you want we could message each other on here by clicking on the envelope on where you read my poems...I really admire you right now...soo much..Excellent write sweetie...
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Date: 5/4/2009 8:47:00 PM
Oh my goodness... I'm so sorry- eduardo
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