Listening

lights are off,silence reigns except for my pounding heart. I listen fearfully for the footsteps, as he climbs each step. Knowing what this night will be, as he drunkenly hurts me, again and again. Until thankfully he passes out, as i scream into my pillow. bleeding and broken, I can not sleep, as I can do is weep. It is not the dark, that I fear,but the visitor, who comes to me. He is supposed to love me, not hurt me. Ashamed,alone,afraid, how horrible I feel. Sometimes I want to die, Sometimes I want to hide. But, most of all I beg to be a child. Please leave me be, mr. dark man. For I grow weary, and need to sleep. Not listen for for your, hurtful feet. Please leave me be, set me free. Once again a child I want to be.

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Abdiel Rios

Date: 12/7/2015 8:14:00 AM

I'm sorry that happened to you people will hear more about abuse it has to stop

Angel New
Date: 12/7/2015 10:51:00 PM

I agree, also I had to learn it is okay to ask for help,and I did from my mom and grandmother. they were a wonderful help to me. I learned from them it was not my fault,and if i talked about it, it no longer had power over my life.

Rainbow Promise

Date: 12/7/2015 4:24:00 AM

"But most of all I beg to be a child...Once again a child I want to be." If this young fearful person experiences these things, she is being abused! "He drunkenly hurts me until he passes out." This "visitor" who comes, can he be stopped? Is this a culture for support? Your story is crying out for help, could anyone do so? Is this a thing from the past? I pray that God will look down. Reach up for his hand!

Angel New
Date: 12/7/2015 10:49:00 PM

yes this is the past, yes i did recieve help form my mom and grandmother. I am doing very well now.