When I Was Three
I was only three when it began
Late at night, when I was alone
You prayed on my innocence, and trust
How did I know that it was wrong?
You did those things so horrible to me
My soul and body were bared
What you did to that little girl
Left me feeling alone and scared
You said it was to show your love
By taking my body for your use
but I know that what happened to me
wasen't love, it was abuse
all the dirty things you did to me
won't wash away with rain
Nothing on earth will ever rid my heart
of this neverending pain
i hope you hurt as much as i do
or do you even remember what you did
nothing will make up for the pain caused
When i was just a kid
The physical scars you put on my body
have since healed with time
but my pain still shows on the outside
whenever the child inside me starts to cry
that little 3 year old girl
had to grow up to soon
and all of the hurt and pain
you have caused
will forever be remembered,
like a flower that forever blooms.
Copyright © April Bartaszewicz | Year Posted 2007
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