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Poetry

Many survivors have fed back to us that writing or sharing poetry can be very healing. We would like to invite you to express yourself and share any poetry you have here with other survivors.

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A HERO WITHOUT A CAPE

She uses her special powers daily to heal and comfort,
A talented listener who instinctively knows what you need.
Who cares and always values what you say and feel,Allowing the trauma to release you from within.
A hero without a cape.

Her gentle healing words alleviate pain,And ease the scariest memories.
She soothes the body and mind,
Guiding you to repair and mend scars.
A hero without a cape.

Her presence and shield of protection instils a calmness,
Creating a safe place to be your true self.
The wall can finally come down,
Allowing honesty to prevail.
A hero without a cape.

Her calming voice quietly floods the air,
With positivity and reassurance.
Giving you dignity while revealing shameful memories,
As you share the darkest secrets for the first time.
A hero without a cape.

She uses her force field to shield the inner child,
To reduce shame and humiliation.
She gives strength and saves you from the loneliness,
Holding you tight to reduce anxiety.
A hero without a cape.

She gives reassuring hugs so you are not alone,
That give security and relieve fear.
While infusing confidence she protects nd guides you through,
Giving you courage and self belief to fight on.
A hero without a cape.

The power of her smile that reassures you it's safe,
To reveal the horrors that have caused so much shame.
The gentle nod that lets you know it's ok to say the words,
That have been silenced for decades.
A hero without a cape.

She is armed with colouring pens,
To release the words that are too painful to speak.
And tissues to mop up puddles of sadness,
So nothing is hidden, not even the most humiliating wounds.
A hero without a cape.

Her intuition is like x-ray vision,
Enabling her to see into the soul.
With her talents she defeats the enemy daily,
Giving survivors back control and power to be free from the past.
A hero without a cape.

She is a true angel on Earth,
Who heals using her special powers and kind heart.
To support and repair broken souls,
Doing her best to make the world a better place.
A hero without a cape.

JO posted on 28/11/2017

The Tears Won't Fall

The riverbed is dry,
The waterfall frozen in time.
Unable to trickle over the edge,
To relieve the current of hurt,
The cascading pools of loss.
The tears won't fall,
Yet I feel so sad.

My body aches with sorrow,
Yet my cheeks are still dry.
Willing the tears to flow,
But they've been blocked forever,
No one to mop up the suffering.
The tears won't fall,
Yet I feel so sad.

Will the dam ever break?
The pain inside needs to release,
To set free the ripple of heartache,
Some how. Some way.
But it's been blocked for too many years.
The tears won't fall,
Yet I feel so sad.

J.K posted on 26/10/2017

Waves wash over me ... they recall,
in bruised black waves,
the breakers roll.
A gentle lap,
swept aside,
aside.
All angry crash,
borne away by the tide.
Just the horizons sadness and the stark vestigial memory;
black waves washing over me.

* * *

Endless sea,
the maddening flow,
of rights and wrongs, of shames and blames, Illusions, delusions, reality, truth …

... enough …

The shore may not know what the castaway shows,
no hunt for nourishment,
nor shelter,
nor relief,
no need or care for proof.

All those things will never be.
All those things just never were.
All the words you’ll never hear,
above the rip-tides roar.

It doesn’t matter,
no it doesn’t matter,
not now,
not anymore.

* * *

I won’t wallow in your waters,
or drown,
or thrash.
I’ll wait in silence.

I will endure.

Adrift within the oceans embrace with no wish to find the shore.
Drifting in the seas embrace
till the waves wash over,
no more.

Anonymous posted on 24/10/2017

#Me Too

This hashtag thats sparked a debate,
you call it a mere attention seeking move
diminishing the point we’re trying to prove.
so here’s another attempt to shed light on this issue,
yes, #meToo.

At eleven, your touch, it made me squirm
Its distant past, you might say,
but your filthy smirk will forever stay
Not showers, nor time will undo
that vile memory of you.

I loathe you, though I’ve never seen your face
You, and the dozen bystanders in that public place
who pretended to not notice your lustful embrace.
But in the end you walked away,
and they said it was my fault anyway.

Believing them I tried to change the way I look,
the way I dress, meticulously abiding every instruction
so I don’t accidentally tempt your perversion.
While all you wear is that lecherous smile
that, years later, still sends shivers down my spine.

Yet, you still believe you did nothing wrong.
You blurred my perception of lust n appreciation,
made me cringe at the touch of true passion.
I wake up wishing you would just die.
How I wish you were only one guy.

Yet I’m asked not to complain,
hurt and scarred, but not allowed to say,
because I wasn’t raped, its all okay.
So now I’m just a wannabe-internet-sensation
that doesn’t know to appreciate a man’s attention.

This story is not just mine,
but of many a man, woman and child.
Although the numbers seem too big to be true
With reality you can’t argue,

Everyday millions face abuse. Its time to speak up. #MeToo.

Sabaritha posted on 24/10/2017

"Butterflies"
How nice it feels,
Now that the butterflies have fled my chest.
I am relaxed and calm,
No anxiety now, new found peace and rest.

Yet if I am truthful,
I miss the flutterings each day.
They've been part of me endlessly,
It feels uncomfortable in a way.

I won't waste time worrying,
In case the caterpillars return.
I'll get used to no butterflies,
Until the case re-adjourns.

The butterflies have emerged,
From their chrysalises inside.
And are elsewhere now to grow,
Allowing my soul to thrive.

So goodbye my familiar butterflies,
I am relieved you've escaped.
My life has new meaning,
Now I've faced being raped.

Jo 27th July 2017 posted on 27/07/2017

Castaway

Waves wash over me ... they recall,
in bruised black waves,
the breakers roll.
A gentle lap,
swept aside,
aside.
All angry crash,
borne away by the tide.
Just the horizons sadness and the stark vestigial memory;
black waves washing over me.

* * *

Endless sea,
the maddening flow,
of rights and wrongs, of shames and blames, Illusions, delusions, reality, truth …

... enough …

The shore may not know what the castaway shows,
no hunt for nourishment,
nor shelter,
nor relief,
no need or care for proof.

All those things will never be.
All those things just never were.
All the words you’ll never hear,
above the rip-tides roar.

It doesn’t matter,
no it doesn’t matter,
not now,
not anymore.

* * *

I won’t wallow in your waters,
or drown,
or thrash.
I’ll wait in silence.

I will endure.

Adrift within the oceans embrace with no wish to find the shore.
Drifting in the seas embrace
till the waves wash over,
no more.

Anonymous posted on 12/07/2017

When I had my own children
I knew exactly what I had to do
And that was to protect them with my life from people like you
I never forget coming home from work to find you
Mum and dad with my innocent child
Laughing and talking with my abuser
I exploded in a rage and explained it all telling you
I would go to court and have it all on print in a pagea
I at least expected from you a hug,a sob an embrace
And a kiss on my face
But all I got was
Oh Jac
Think of the family's shame
Not one mention of my fucking pain
Mum now you've passed away
I think of you so many days
Why when you used to hear me cry
Why the hell didn't you ever ask me why

Jackie posted on 09/05/2017

When I was a small child,I was badly abused,nobody ever knew or was slightly moved
So I just had to live with being regularly abused
I lost my childhood it turned so sour
So when I was little I thought of him so many hours
I became a challenge and was so misunderstood
Because in everybody's eyes I could never be any good
Tears often running down my face because I was made to feel I'm a total disgrace and not fit to live in the human race
Even now I remember the hurt and the pain
I tried telling you once mum but it was in vein
So some days I felt a burning passion some days so sad,some days an eternal rage just like a wounded animal trapped in a cage
Mum now you've passed away
I do think of you nearly every day
Why when you used to hear me cry
Why the hell
Didn't you ever ask me why

Jackie posted on 09/05/2017

Nobody knows
Nobody cares
For most of my childhood I was so scared
Anger,confusion,low self esteem
The only time I felt happiness
Was finding it in my dreams
Do you have any idea
What it's like living in fear
Having to grow up so very fast
And to be made to feel your not worthy
Because of your past
Nobody to talk to,turn to or dry your tears
That just adds to your childhood fears
So many have been to that place
And made to feel there nothing just a waste of space

Jackie posted on 09/05/2017

The woman was mean
and rude
spanking me
this was a scam
taken to their cross
like the lamb
taking their sin
on my skin
and daddy's belt
and alcoholism
sure did not help
sickness attracts
sickness
added to their sin
recovery
pornography
addiction
recovery
now free
God or your
Higher Power
will get you free
scum buckets
all the abusers
and then I crave
some perversion
and lust
is so strong
locked inside of me
but that is fantasy
I made it right
with therapy

Kevin posted on 04/05/2017

Mother

Why am i here
Why was i born
Tell me the answers
I'm struggling to carry on
Please mother you have to show me
Help me to understand
what is the reason i'm here
The reason i don't belong

Why are you you
Why am i me
Who is it that selected you
to rule over me
Why are you better
Who decided that
I'm not going to give up
Until all the answers come out

Why can't i live with Tracey in her happy home
And warm mum
Why is it YOU
Why are YOU my mum?

Who decided this
That here was my place
Why do i live
Why do i Breathe

i have to know,
there has been a mistake
This is UNFAIR!
There has to be
Another place?

Can noone here my cry
I must understand
Why oh why
Why are YOU my Mum??

why do i live
Why am i here
What is the reason
i exist at all
What if i die mother
Where would i go
Somewhere better
Than this that i do know!

Who can understand this child you say
As you laugh to my face
with nice mothers on the street
Pointing laughing and smiling having fun
Pretending you're nice

we look at each other
We both know the truth
my stare pierces you deep
And you struggle to look

I may be 3 maybe 4
But i remember you
Oh and more

I remember you and more

asking too many questions, again and again!
Ssh now don't make a sound
Why is it that you are here and you are still bothering me???
What's that you say mother? It would be better if i didn't exist?

Silence your voice you do not matter
No one cares that your soul searches for answers
No one cares
No one cares
No one cares

A.M.W posted on 06/02/2017

When I was a small child I was badly abused
Nobody ever knew or was slightly moved
So I just had to live with being regularly abused
I lost my childhood it turned so sour
So when I was little I thought of him so many hours
I became a challenge and was so misunderstood
Because in everybody's eyes I could never be any good
Tears often running down my face because I was made to feel I'm a total disgrace
And not fit to live in the human race
Even now I remember the hurt and the pain
I tried telling you once mum but it was in vein
So some days I felt a burning passion,some days so sad
Some days an eternal rage just like animal wounded and trapped in a cage
Mum now you've passed away I do think of you nearly every day
Why when you used to hear me cry
Why the hell didn't you ever ask me why

Jac a surviver posted on 30/01/2017

At first, the sun was brave but afraid.
It rose up courageously from the night
Its grace radiated in the sky.

But the black clouds came
Reminding the sun of the night
Of the darkness of the night.

Then thunder crashed all around
The clouds tears fell to the Earth
The sun was,once again, afraid.
It hid away, once again.
Afraid to beam down on the Earth.

Though the clouds wipe the tears away
The thunder tired of its rage
The sun anticipated the next storm,
But still appeared with grace and glory.

But the sun knew to light up the world
It had to
Because it had a very special purpose
When the night's reign had to end.

Anonymous posted on 02/12/2016

The crime

Innocence taken. Voice forsaken. He waits, deep down inside. No one sees him, no one hears him strangling scraping away my time .

A faint mark of blood shadows your hands?
That was me. You weren't to know. The shell is clean. I wander free.

A drop of poison each time you sigh? That was me. You weren't to know. The shell is clean. I walk free.

A song of sadness suffocating your smile?
That was me. You weren't to know. The shell is clean. I seem free.

Innocence taken. Voice forsaken. slaughtered with blood and salt and time. The stain imprints on each encounter. Run softly. Walk now because that was me. You weren't to know. Im not free.

Beth posted on 24/08/2016

"Dear Little Girl"

If I could somehow
Talk to the little girl me
And tell her what I know now
I wonder what that would be.
Would I tell her all that will occur
Or encourage her to go another way?
Would I tell her that I believe her
And what not to say?
Would I warn her of each tragedy
That will befall?
But then I wouldn't be the me I've come to be
Yet still so much will happen to this little girl so small.

Dear little girl
I know it's so hard
Living in this nightmare world
Where you become so scarred
And your heart gets so broken
From all that you endure.
Dear little girl, you are not forsaken
I know you want to feel safe and secure.
Dear little girl, you are not alone
I know that it feels that way
As you carry all your sadness on your own.
Dear little girl, there will come a brighter day,
Even though it's been so very long
And you don't even remember what that is like.
Dear little girl, just stay strong
Through every strike,
I know how very hard that is
When it never seems to end.
Dear little girl, I promise you this,
God will send you a wonderful friend
More than one actually
Who will help you through
And become like family,
They will surround you.
Dear little girl, it's not your fault
You were never meant to carry this all on your own
I know it's your default
To carry it all alone.
Dear little girl, you are not who you've been told
By evil ones who just wish to cause you more pain.
Dear little girl, you are worth more than gold
To the One Who has given you a new name.
Dear little girl, you are chosen
By the One Who has redeemed you
Even with your broken and scarred heart so frozen.
Dear little girl, everything that I tell you is true
I know how hard it is for you to trust
You hold so very much heartache and pain inside
Because of this life into which you were thrust
Leaving you wanting to just run and hide.
Dear little girl, who could blame you?
You've been taught right is wrong and wrong is right
With all that you've been through
You can't see any light through the endless night.
Dear little girl, it's going to be okay
You are going to make it
And things will be better one day
Even though all this pain, you won't be able to completely shake it
God is going to use everything
For His glory
As through it all, you, He does bring
Will be your testimony.

Dear little girl, you are wanted,
You are His beloved child
Even though your past is haunted
And not all has been reconciled.
Dear little girl, you are His forever,
Not forgotten,
But held and treasured
His adored begotten.
Dear little girl, I know how hard it is
To understand and believe
That loving fathers do exist,
Who will protect you and never leave.
But my dear little girl, you are loved,
Far greater than you could ever imagine
By a Loving Father above
I know how hard that is to fathom
But His love is a love that is true
The kind that I know you dream about
Because dear little girl, I am you;
So trust me and have no doubt
That we are going to make it through.
Things will be better one day
I promise you
And we will be okay.

Written By: Jennifer Lynn Davis
copyright 2016, Jennifer Lynn Davis

Jennifer Lynn Davis posted on 10/08/2016

Monotone,
I live my life in monotone,
The colour gone,
Taken
Stolen, long ago.

They took the beauty,
They took the light,
Out of my life
There is no life

No life, just existence,
Dark, dismal, dank,
Cloudy and grey
Sums up my being

They own me,
Still beyond life,
No longer of this world,
They manage to own me.

Lynn posted on 07/03/2016

You were sleeping and sleeping and then woke up because rumbles
And don't remember which monster it was but you were poisoned
In places you thought were yours and there is nothing left anymore.
There is nothing left anymore.
Details deaden the eyes and seep sludge from pores too ungood to exist.
It will not be spoken of. It will not be spoken of. It will silently and politely die.
This happened other times but they are memories of air, unbreathed and unspent.
Caravanised in isolation, the ebb and flow of it, became clear.
That it happened according to the decibel sinusoids of their yells
Before dusk leafed down. You were all that was left for two hungry bogs
Whose marriage was mortared in the fact that they were the same in every way.
At least you were wanted.

You grew to hate every pore, cultivating conceptual blossoms for why everything was wrong and extensive resculpturing would not fix the deformed lumpen fallout-smearing mass of that radiation-hued face.

And then...

There was a moment of silence. Of absence. Fertile soil to grow yourself anew. A dream of one thousand paper cranes paneling you to life. And fire. Pure fire. Erupting. Declaring yourself pure all along. Poisonless all along. It spread like an epidemic of courage. Courage sitting in the darks, awaiting a moment of escape.

It announced itself in the heresy of spring, muraling new life as you put the ice age behind you.

Luka posted on 15/02/2016

Days filled with dread
Nights filled with fear
Each and every one
For eight long years
A smile covers pain
A laugh covers a tear
Not a soul knew
Except the one who drank the beer.

My words muffled by threats
I could say nothing or he would attack The bruises easily covered
By sleeves colored black
My flinches played off
From a brush against my back.

There is no escape
Neither home nor school
At the first there was abuse
At the later kids were cruel.
A toy to a stepfather
And a joke to the 'cool'

Home was a prison
The warden was a perv
I was his 'bitch'
And not to say a word
He hit me,  he touched me
I screamed.. but no one ever heard

There is no escaping
Not even in sleep
All I can dream of
Is the face of the creep
I awake screaming and crying
My invisible wounds are too deep

If only I was strong enough
My end would come
The use of one needle
I could feel numb
No pain from the past
Just from the push of my thumb

I'd do it by the river
Sitting on the cliff
I could rest forever
In a beautiful place
One stick to deliver
My inevitable end

But I wont. He won't win.

I was 10-18. posted on 31/01/2016

What were you thinking when you met me and my family?
Did you admire our bravery, our  militant integraty.
Wow 2 adults 2 boys and a dog, just perfect....
A cute Lil family whom didn't deserve it.

When did you figure when the time was right , to make us aware you were a neighbors delight.

A nice young man you portrayed your self to be , your demeanour your actions..turned us into we.

We spent summer days together, cookouts and cheer your family our family were here..
Who would have known , you ...you were to fear.
You did a great job putting on this disguise. No one would know you had eyes for Lil guys.

I am sure it took time to figure out how you could manipulate them, beyond reasonable doubt.

You pretended to be this cool mentor type, one that would play games and always seem polite.
Such a nice young man , we all though..but who..who really knew what you thought alone in the dark?

From day one when you met us  , did you already know, know that you'd be preying on his innocents for no one to know. Keeping him quite with malice in your soul, be a good boy and do what I say..do it or I will not play with you ,not one more day .

What were you thinking, how did you do this? Are thoughts in my head ,sleepless nights in my bed. He is a child , what monster could do this.  Look us in our faces after putting us through this..

A nice young man you portrayed to be, never would have thought you would have been doing what you did.. who would have known you enjoyed Lil kids.

The damage has been done, to whom we hold closest to our hearts , our own son. Who had a beautiful bright future ahead of him without any negative thoughts.

You gave him so much more then he should have to think about ,as a young boy who should only worry about building blocks and toys. Now has to suffer and protect any hope for the future. Worring about will he ever have to face his abuser.

NO NEVER again, the words are spoken .He and we will RISE from the household you once broken. Though days ahead will be tough as nails, we pray to GOD justice prevails.

Hope time will heal his every wound , while my heart bleeds for his healing as he once came out of my womb.

Never would have thought we'd have to pick up your pieces of the mess you have made, but won't keep us defeated. we definitely will rise to the occasion, get him back on his feet and make him stronger than ever.

No longer suffering from your devilish wrath, may GOD be unforgiving when judging those acts.

So I guess you weren't thinking and admiring us not, 2 adults 2 kids and a dog, just perfect. A cute Lil family we didn't deserve it.

 

What Were You Thinking? posted on 15/01/2016

WINNERS SPEECH

I asked my 2 of my babies to describe me ..........     
Selfless
Beautiful
Caring
Talented
Strong
Relentless
The Best
Funny
Unique
Protective
Popular
Open
Honest
Trusting
Forgivving
Creative
Amazing
Sharing
Happy
Always smiling
Giving
Generous
Attentive
Mummified
Cuddly
Kissy
Kind
Loving
Lovely

PERFECT
THE BEST MOM EVER

APPARENTLY THEY WOULDNT CHANGE ME FOR THE WORLD

........I WON...... I SCREW YOU

NEB posted on 22/12/2015

NO

No tears
No pain
No scars
No guilt
No disgust
No memories
No words
No forgiveness
No understanding
No feelings
No emotion
No attachment
No issues
No anger
No emptiness
No numbness
No feelings

NO HOPE

Nothing ......................

Bliss
No pretence

Just ME

NOTHING ............ nothing is the be all to all nothingness .......

NEB posted on 22/12/2015

JUDAS ME

My ears pick out his sounds - in the dead of the night
I hide under the covers - out of mind, out of sight

I lay frozen with fear - while preparing myself
To leave my body behind - and put my mind on a shelf

When he passes me by - I rejoice in his wake
I laugh under my breath - for tonight I am safe

But relief turns to guilt with your struggle to be free
For if he did not choose you - he would choose JUDAS me

So I lie to myself - to convince me it's true
That the shadows that dance on the walls are not you

Then I lie once again - my hands cover my ears
I chant over and over - that I don't really hear

The soft fumbling his hands make as he loosens your clothes
Nor the dying sound innocence makes when it goes

Please forgive me my sisters - for what is and will be
and for being so happy - he passed by JUDAS me

I know all of the sounds the disgusting things make
as he greedily gobbles and he nightly partakes

I hear your soft cries every night in my mind
they play over and over and with each play I find

That the peace of the chaste that I pray comes my way
always comes at a price that is too high to pay

I remember nothing good ever happens to me
cause you pay with your soul so I'll walk Judas free.

Shaunda Lindsay posted on 07/12/2015

Equal

There are harms
I have suffered
A lifetime will not repair
Love (when I can feel) helps but
Never seems to heal

Each
Happy day. Full smile. Connection.
Impermanent
A biding of time until
the next break

When it comes
Behind these eyes
(Which everyone calls kind)
Are Heaven
And Hell
No in between
But mostly Hell

When it’s bad
I cannot feel
Love. Trust. Joy. Hope. Complete.

So I slide, again
My parts take over
Speak for me
Speak to me
Don’t move! Not safe! Run! End yourself! Now!

Sometimes I’d like to meet them
Who made me this way
Face to face, gun in hand
But
I was a child then
And they are old men
No pain, no shame
No harm I could cause
Could ever be
Equal

The Boy At The Table posted on 25/11/2015

If you ever care to know of the pain inside
A darish brute the likes of which I doubt you'd ever find
Except within the darkest parts of my very soul
The darkness sometimes oozes out...
Oh no, that's just a mole!

Tucked down deep away from light & all of life that's pure
He lies in wait until it's time to swallow me once more
He knows exactly when to strike, he's patient as can be
But once he's out he gathers strength just happy to be free

His hunger grows each day alas, I feel it in my bones
I starve him of the hate he needs in the hope that this will pass
Sometimes it does, sometimes does not, I really cannot tell
How long he will subject me to this dark & painful hell

I wish I could absorb the light to which my life exudes
The part of me that's truly healed created something bright
Something fresh & something clean to which I cling with ease
But on these days of deep shadow my grasp it does release
I slip and fall into the mire, no longer is there peace
I'm haunted now, again, once more - I cannot seem to find
The thing that does elude me still...
A calm and peaceful mind

Millie posted on 04/11/2015

I suspected it, I never knew
I lived with it and the shadow grew
I always believed I was abused
Its my mother that my mind accused
Not knowing
Just believing
Surely It was a dream?
But one I think about and silently scream
Not only once but maybe more
I waited for the opening of my bedroom door
For her to creep in and climb in bed
To mount me whilst I played dead
Eyes shut and never a sound
Half asleep true confusion found
I watched her leave when she was done
I was her 13 year old only son
Now buried belief has returned
I feel nothings real but am concerned
That my life may sink into a bottomless hole
And In that place I hate my soul
That destroys the loved ones I now know.

J posted on 21/10/2015

Every action, every sound, each feeling we invoke every whisper leaves a shadow. Each fingerprint a memory. Each footstep an echo that hums in the mind. Some gentle, smooth like silk. A delicious imprint left upon a memory, warming the soul.
Some touches scar deep. Blistering the skin, burning a brand that no amount of scrubbing can remove. A mark that taints deep below the surface, that causes a howl to bubble to the lips, a scream that vibrates and crawls up the spine. A scar so old now, that tells the world that I am forever yours. You took my youth, you stole the innocence of me.
Footsteps that squash me and push me down. A weight that presses against the chest, so intense that on occasions I have to fight for breath.
Sometimes, when my heart begins to skip and glow, when I feel love and happiness, a sharp pain rips through. I am not allowed to feel like this, not unless it is brought about by you. A sickness creeps deep into my stomach that makes me claw my skin, desperate to be some one who’s not me. A skewer on your foot through my lungs, desperation as I gasp, promises that I will detach from them, that I will forever be yours, that I repulse all but you. It drives my sickness, it drives me to you. I try turning inside out, but all I am left with is shame, pain and a vile taste that fills my throat and mouth. Acid that gentle erodes the body, the way your image erodes my mind.
Footprints last a lifetime, be careful how you tread. Fingerprints they also last long after the warmth has left them. They burn, they scar, like tattoos they root deep. A constant reminder of moments desperately being buried in an attempt to forget.

Sophie posted on 19/10/2015

Tomorrow, you will be free

Please don't stop me, my love, let me
lie down and kiss the ground, let me
taste the taste of freedom on my tongue
and remember my past no more.

Let my tears mingle with the sand and the
sun comfort my soul, for the earth has opened
up her mouth and swallowed my past, no more
pain, no more fear, only sweet music shall
ring in my ears.

Look down on her, O Lord, look down and see
your daughter weeping in the sand, she ripped
out her heart and has cast it into the sea,
she said,
"Tomorrow, I will be free."

But the ground where she laid is now drunken
with her past, affliction and confusion, the
sea has spewed out her heart and the sun has
hidden his face.

I tried to comfort her and said,
"Come my love, come, for tomorrow, is still
yet to come,"
but she cannot be comforted, her body's
covered with wounds I cannot see and her
words I do not understand.

Night is fallen and my soul grows weak but
I will not leave her, I will cuddle her in
my arms and whisper in her ears,
"Tomorrow, you will be free,
tomorrow, you will be free."

Anonymous posted on 18/10/2015

A little bit of love

When I was small
All I wanted
Was a little bit of love
My mother would beat me
My stepfather held me
I thought it was
My little bit of love
He promised me if I played
My mother would be happy
And I'd get
A little bit of love
No wonder now
I question what is love

Tess posted on 08/10/2015

Pain

The pain you inflicted
Has never gone away
I'll carry it with me
Till my dying day
It haunts my dreams
Ruins my days
Rembrence of a stolen life
Innocence killed
Cuts like a knife

Tess posted on 08/10/2015

A distorted view on love and sex shortly after I left the womb
I was six, supposed to be playing dolls in my playroom

But inStead My innocence was stolen, time and time again
The false smile on my face, often hard to maintain
But what happened is the past and it cannot be changed
Even though, so long ago, my emotions still deranged
You know you gotta get up, move on and look for the brighter day
but instead you look back as a kid who would play
Innocent, naive and youth is all I see
Til one day you came along and took it all from me.
the child inside me wanted to yell out and scream
But instead I lay silent and pretended it was a dream
You see, it was easier that way, to just pretend
it wasn't reality, that if I pushed it away, my soul soon would mend

But I was wrong, there's only one way to heal
You have to let it all out, all the emotions that you feel
The ones tht have been locked up inside for so long
Making you feel like you were the one in the wrong
Once you share the story, the pain you once felt
Only then will you be able to look past the cards you were dealt

Larissa posted on 21/09/2015

I wrote my first suicide not by the age of 15,
By the time I was 18, I had books worth of notes,
It seemed like everyday could be the end,
Yet I woke up.

Some days, only to regret the fact that I still existed,
Other days, I'm just okay.
When I was six years old....all I wanted to do was dream and be happy,
Like if I smiled at the world, the world would smile back at me.

By the age of 9 all that was stolen away from me,
From that age on, I was never the same again
the sight of the sun never really made me smile,
The flowers just seemed like they’ll die anyway,
I was just some object being used and tossed away,

Under conditions covered with secrets and lies,
Suffocating me with reminders of how disposable I can be,
Covered in layers of pain and deception,
Unwillingly, I take it,

By the age of 10, it all feels normal now,
Day after day like its what is supposed happen now,
My choices never mattered,
Not like it was a question to be asked anyway,

A little over 11, it all seemed like a horrific nightmare,
But all I was by then was deception, garbage and lies,
Hatred built within me, darkness began to spread,
I could no longer visualize the path that I lead,

getting into trouble, breaking rules & regulations helped me feel better,
In doing so, was the only way I saw to be in control,
No one could tell me what to do no more,
I was in charge, I was in control,

However between my thoughts and what people told me,
I never believed that I could ever be good enough,
So, I created an identity that could be,
Doing everything to the opposite of whatever I had been,

Hiding the real me that everyone seemed to hate,
And the person that I knew,me, began to fade,
Only to find my satisfaction hidden in a razor blade,
Feeling it sweep on the touch of my skin,

Because I never was born to fit in,
And when I truly wanted to die,
Unleash the pain, nobody understood,
Thinking it’s just a phase, unacknowledging the pain to my existence,

Self-harming and suicide isn’t a joke,
But when nobody understood me, I broke,
With all the screaming, arguing and fighting,
I couldn’t take it anymore,

So I lied, I told them it was a mistake and that it will never happen again,
Wearing long sleeves and hoodies,
It was all good, all right again,
I kept whispering to myself that it was my fault,

That this was the way it was suppose to be,
That every cut was proof that I wasn’t meant to be
And that every scar meant that my body never belonged to me,
And all my suicidal thoughts convincing me,

That I am truly worthless,
That every time the blade was dragged against me,
It wasn’t ever going to be deadly,
So I struggle, and I’m just told to believe it will all be okay,

That there will be light at the end of the tunnel,
“Give it time” they said,
But I did. Trying to convince myself that I was fixed,
Because I gave it time but I broke,

So I crossed my arms and blocked it all out,
Every time, I felt that pain, I let it out,
And every time the blade felt my skin,
It no longer seemed wrong,
It just felt like another way of coping,

Time! Time doesn’t heal anything,
There are times where I wonder what my purpose in life is?
And when the only options are listed and lie within a painful past,
I give up, close my eyes and let it out,

As if the only thing that could fix me is the reality that would actually break me,
When I tell you, I hate my reflection,
I’m not trying to be pessimistic nor ungrateful,

You, tell me I’m beautiful,
But when I see my reflection,
I see everything that made them want me,
Nobody understands me,

They still tell me it isn’t my fault,
But I see nothing pure within,
Just something that was born to be used and thrown to the trash endlessly,
I see ME….

Latifa posted on 07/08/2015

Looking back at how it used to be
I realise now how unfair you were to me
As a child, life should have been easy
I never knew how, now, it would affect me so deeply

Subjected then to you and your selfish ways
Now seem to lead me now to my darkest days
How I hate you for what you've done to me
I know now that those closest will all agree

That what happened back then was not my fault
It was you, and your desire to sexually assault
A child who obeyed so innocently
Has lead me now to struggle with intimacy

But now I have found my candle in the dark
The one who starts that loving spark
That grows down deep within my heart
That man that helps me deal with what you’ve done
And lifts me up when the memories make me feel numb

Without this man in my life
I would have already grasped the knife
When I get the burning desire to fall
And feel like I need to end it all

To him I truly owe it all
I’ve decided to give him my heart and soul
For all he’s done and helped me through
and for picking me up when I feel blue

With him i’ll spend the rest of my days
And into those eyes i’ll focus my gaze
Away from all the torture and torment
I know with him is where my life is best spent.

Beth posted on 22/04/2015

The Silence – 20 years on

We were Soul Survivor junkies, basketball wannabes,
Fresh faced believers - wide eyed and hopeful,
Beautifully naïve and sweet 16,
I was smart – no one was pulling the wool over these eyes.

A tom boy waiting for someone to notice me,
And you did...
You saw me, you saw all of me – my hopes, my fears,
You knew my secrets, my pain – you noticed,
Your eyes – they looked right into me.

It wasn't so much the attention you gave,
The blissful compliments that left me feeling special,
Or the way you made me laugh,
It's just that I never saw you that way.

When your hand reached out and touched my hand...my leg,
When your eyes looked at me in a way I'd never known before,
“You don't want this?” you asked,
- my bra undone, exposed, I managed to slip out a quiet “no”.

Unknowingly, I gave up my voice in exchange for your trust,
Then the silence followed...
Slience - the residue of fear,
The sound after the noose is already tied...
and you're are left waiting – for the next time.

...

I lost myself for a while, I lost her in that silent place,
– where there were no words, where your hands said it all,
I think I left her back on that grassy bank by the reservoir,
when it all stopped and you told me “no one need ever know”.

...

A decade on and these silences, they had their way of becoming unbroken,
And the police investigator said,
– “he said it was love, that you knew, that you consented”,
and I'm sat there as adult thinking – I was 15/16, you were 39,
you were my church youth group leader, my pastor, and I said no!

Where was the equality?
Where was the choice for me in that?
In the silence, there was no sweet lovers exchange,
No talk of future plans or runaway adventures,
Just a silent, naïve, childlike trust.

So I piece it together – the comments about me people made,
the concerned stares of the man walking his dog as we sat together,
the stories you told of your hopes and dreams,
the pain from the babies you lost,
your breaking marriage and those beautiful triplets.

...

But then there is still this gap for me -
A childhood hurt that was never fixed by plasters or kisses.
For 20 years I've tossed you away countless times like an unwanted tissue,
yet somehow you're always close, I find you right there in my pocket.

I can't find a word for this feeling, this gap, this hole that you left,
So I forgive myself again for the decisions I made, decisions I never understood,
The ones I still tuck into bed each night,
– the ones imprinted on my mind like an old photo album that seemed to be of some other person, some other life.

It's so hard to stop loving the ocean even after it has left you gasping for air,
But the adult tells the child in me, “you can stop reaching, you can stop gasping”,
This statue he built is crumbling...
And I'm finally finding my voice, I'm building my home.

“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

Jo posted on 14/04/2015

Silent tears and empty years
Unhealing pain and sinful shame
Soundless screams and haunting dreams
Shattered trust and self disscuss
My living hell and no voice to tell.

Anonymous posted on 09/04/2015

Looking back at how it used to be
I realise now how unfair, you were to me
As a child, life should have been easy
I never knew how, now, it would affect me so deeply

Subjected then to you and your selfish ways
Now seem to lead me now to my darkest days
How I hate you for what you done to me
I know now that those closest will all agree

That what happened back then was not my fault
It was you, and your desire to sexually assault
A child who obeyed so innocently
Has lead me now to struggle with intimacy

But now I have found my candle in the dark
The one who starts that loving spark that grows down deep within my heart
That man that helps me deal with what you’ve done
And lifts me up when the memories make me feel numb

Without this man in my life
I would have already grasped the knife
When I get the burning desire to fall
And feel like I need to end it all

To him I truly owe it all
I’ve decided to give him my heart and soul
For all he’s done and helped me through
and for picking me up when I feel blue

With him i’ll spend the rest of my days
And into those eyes i’ll focus my gaze
Away from all the torture and torment
I know with him is where my life is best spent.

Beth 21 posted on 23/03/2015

Everytime i think of you
I feel sick to my stomach
You used to call me names
And lock me in the cupboard
You used to burn my food
Knowing i wouldn't eat it
I knew I'd be punished
You made me feel defeated
Whether i was good or bad
It was all the same
I was just a piece
In your twisted game
I'm sittimg here alone
Thinking to myself
How it would be better
If i was someone else
Why did i have to suffer
All that abuse as a kid
Why did i have to grow up
As confused as i did
But all that suffering
Made me this way
A loving father and partner
And the man i am today
No more do i search
No more do i long
To be accepted by society
Or find a place i belong

james posted on 08/03/2015

Hi my name's james
Amd I'm 33
When i was a young boy
I had things done to me
No child should suffer in their life
Like being sexually abused
And threatened with a knives
It was absolutely horrific
What they all done
But i survived all that
And look how far I've come
I never thought I'd speak out
Never knew i was that strong
Especially after keeping
That secret for so long
But I'm glad that i did
Cuz now they're exposed
My lifes moving forward
And theirs is about to explode
I'm telling you this
So you can be strong to
And can start living your life
And stop feeling confused
Don't ask yourself questions
You'll never have answers to
It'll eat you up inside
And eventually destroy you
Thats what they want
It's the only way they can win
You've done nothing wrong
It's them that have sinned
So please listen to this
Cuz you all have a voice
And no matter what they say
You always have a choice

james posted on 08/03/2015

Grandad's Specs
When grandad gave me glasses I had hardly had time to see, the world for how it really was - a place of reality.
I loved my brand new glasses, they came with attention and pleasure. My view was that of an innocent child, no experience with which to measure.
To keep my specs I had to be, quiet and passive and mild, I could not tell our secret to another adult or child.
As time went by I loathed my specs, but could not find a way, to say I no longer liked them, and found they had to stay.
The attention ceased and I felt bad, rejected, shamed and hopeless, but unaware my specs had stayed and through my life I focused.
My view was of a child that failed, at fault, confused and worthless. I doubt myself, I have no love, and now I'm rendered voiceless.
I became an adult with different eyes, an odd, distorted vision, of relationships and sex and love, a strange dark inner prison.
But now I see those specs remained, and caused of my life's corruption, The broken bands, and one night stands, this life time of disruption.
So, now I choose to take them off, remove those specs and see, my eyes are open and now's my aim - take back my life, it's mine - reclaim!

Helen posted on 13/02/2015

(Baby's) Changing Time
The sun is warming on my cot. I lay as trusted adults look down. My happy face reflects their smiles, and yet I sense,
their laughter is at my expense.
The years roll by, the sunshine holds. The love and presents, attention I crave. It feels so good. I am in love and yet I'm only five.
The sun begins to fade away and darkness blinds. Something's not right. It still feels good and yet not quite, now demons crowd my mind - and pleasure turns to pain.
I'm just a child. It's all my fault. How stupid I was to think - to dream. Of course my grandma is his love. No one can hear me scream.
Now times have changed and I bring light and sunshine from the shadows. No longer pushed aside. I take back all that's rightfully mine and send him to the gallows.

Helen posted on 13/02/2015

Defeated
Tired, so tired,
Like a hamster running round and round in its wheel,
There is no end, my energy’s spent,
I’ve had enough
Please let this end,
I can’t go on.

Sad, so sad,
Waiting, forlornly hoping,
Longing, to be rescued,
But nobody comes,
I’m on my own, all alone,
Nobody hears the sound of my tears.

Guilt, so much guilt,
Blaming my child-self,
For letting it happen,
For loving these men
And for letting them hurt me!

Anger and hate,
Burning inside me,
Self -hatred eating away at my soul.
Anger that my little girl loved you,
Believed all you said,
The lies put in her head.

It’s my fault you know,
I made them do it,
I led them on and I didn’t speak up,
Because it was our secret,
Now it’s too late and I am too damaged.
Unbalanced!

Regret, for not telling when I had the chance,
For letting you go to your graves untarnished,
Wanting to tell but afraid of reactions,
Feeling dirty and beaten,
Your reputations unsullied, you win,
I’m defeated!

L posted on 18/04/2012

Flying Angels...
Make a decision today to bury anything that has pulled you down, held you back, kept you in despair, limited you, deceived you or made you vulnerable. Throw it into the coffin. Lower it into the ground. Declare it finished in your life.

You are alive. You are strong. You made it. You are a survivor of whatever it was that the devil tried to do to you to keep you from God's salvation and take you out of God's plan.

You can start over. You can be healed. You can start having good things in your life to replace the bad things.

Anonymous posted on 31/01/2012

A Childs Cry

All I wanna do is sit and cry, but there’s no one around to explain why
I sit in this room scared and alone knowing he’s coming, got to wait till he phones

A tear is flowing down my face out my right eye, I wipe it away and think I’ll hold it back another day
There’s no one around to hear my cries about the man that’s bad and lies

He’s there with me almost everyday but you all promised that I’d be ok…
He’ll be there to protect you when things go wrong, he’ll be your rock and he’ll be strong

No one will hurt you he said every night, I love you and care for you it’ll be alright
Don’t tell no one, that’s really bad, they’ll take you away from Mum and Dad

Shh don’t cry here suck this it’ll be alright, I’m taking you home tomorrow night
So here I am once again, pen to paper writing what’s happened again

If only I had just one true friend who could rescue me from these bad bad men
I’d love them forever, I’d be there friend, but no on comes, they don’t hear my cries

So I sit in this room, scared and alone, knowing he’s coming, got to wait till he phones
The phone is ringing he’s on the other side, my brother George the bad man that lies!

Somebody please hear me, please hear my cries and save me from the bad man that lies.

Anonymous

Anonymous posted on 17/01/2012

NEW BEGINNINGS
A FLIGHT IN THE SUN

That first bright step into the sunshine of life
begins with the opening of the family cocoon.
The caterpillar becomes a butterfly
spreading her wings into the world.

What she is today is but a tiny mirror.
of the transformation that is yet to come.
For with time, love, humor and warmth
She is an ever changing masterpiece.

Whether as wife, mother, career woman or all,
she will find her center of peace.
A place that is hers and hers alone,
the essence of what she is and will be.
Using the instincts that each of us have
to find the good in each other.
to be a caring friend, lover, helper and playmate,
to listen and share, to laugh and to cry.

With loving support of family and friends,
she takes flight down an unknown road towards her future,
like the rising of the sun in the east.
Each day filled with new beginnings.

Finding excitement and challenge at each new turn.
Her flight through life filled with many happy adventures
and memories to put in her book of life,
as the sun moves along that steady path across the sky.

When the sun at last begins to set in the west
and her flight nears its end, she can look back along her path
and know that she has been everything she can be
and has done her very best.

Poem by Linda Dietz

Anon posted on 17/01/2012

Depression
Is blackness, numbness but the worst pain as well!
Is feeling alone, unheard and invisible,
Is being feared by others who think you are crazy!
Is wanting not to be here and feeling guilty

Depression is never ending
Moods swings - terrible, mind uncontrollable,
Depression is being afraid of yourself!
Not knowing who you are!

Depression is not caring if you are alive or dead!
Holding those tablets,
Willing yourself, daring yourself to take them,
1, 2, 3......sense says no more

Depression is waiting because maybe one day
The sensible side will have gone away!
Depression wants to finish your pain,
Depression does not want you to wake up again!

Depression is falling from a high to a low,
Crashing down, hurting more, each time you go
Knowing how nice it is to feel a bit better
Only to have it snatched away leaving you bitter!

Pain flooding back into your head!
The inner voice saying
‘You know you’re not worthy of feeling good’,
Of being helped!
You were to blame!
You led them on you little slut,
You made those men fulfil their lusts!

I mourn my child-self,
Innocence stolen,
Led on, Lied to,
Used, abused!
Only wanting friendship, genuine love,
Not pain, abuse, lies or your lust!

So I think I am Mental,
Crazy’s tattooed on my soul,
I am lost and frightened
Of what I’ve become
I dare not reach out for help,
It’s like admitting I’m mad,
No-one can save me,
Because.....
I’m just MAD!

L posted on 28/12/2011

BEGINNING OF THE END

I wore and wear a neon sign,
Right above my head,
It’s been there such a long time,
Words shining out, not read
To most of us invisible,
Though not invisible to all
A beacon to the nasty ones!
Who like it when you’re small!

You saw my sign,
You read the words,
Then moved in for the kill,
Kind and lovely gentleman,
Ready for the thrill!
The thrill was slowly grooming me,
Making me believe,
You loved me for the child I was,
Not to fulfil your pervy need!

So slowly, very slowly,
You gained my love and trust,
You knew that it would take a while,
Making sure it wasn’t rushed!
‘Lets play a game, you’ll like it,
That is what you said,
I didn’t know about the sign
Flashing above my head!

Can you keep a secret?
You’ll be my special girl,
I shouldn’t really show you this,
Until you’re a big girl,
But as you are so special, I’ll let you have a look,
With that out came a photo,
From an inside an old car book.
Looking at a picture of a lady in the woods,
Laying there, with no clothes on,
Her legs spread wide apart!

Embarrassment and confusion,
That’s what it meant to me,
You pulled me close, for comfort
and sat me on your knee.
You took my hand and moved it,
To a place it shouldn’t be,
Smiled at me excitedly and said,
“Look what you’ve done to me!”

So hard, so big, so frightening,
I didn’t understand,
How could I, I was little and you a full grown man.
That was just the start of it,
The beginning of the end,
My mind is now so broken,
That it can never mend.

For years you took advantage,
Of that little girl,
You stole her life, her innocence,
You even stole her smile!
Now that little girl is dead,
She died that very day,
When she saw that photograph,
You stole her life away!

You changed her course,
You stole her map
of how her life should be,
Forever damaged and ‘shop soiled’,
she knew she would never be free,
You won, she lost, she’s damaged.
That person is now me!

L posted on 18/11/2011

Dear child within.
Your teardrops fall like hot rain on my cheek, I become very anxious, I can feel your pain.
I am so sorry this evil was forced apon you, it’s over now what more can I do?
You hide and you scream “why must this be me” I’ve tasted, I’ve felt and I’ve seen what you see.
The pain!!!! It’s so intense, so excruciating yet it seems to increase. When will it stop, When will they leave, Don’t worry my child soon you will be free.
If I told you “I love you” would it help make it cease? It is true I promise you won’t always plead.
I must be what he will not, A parent to guide you and set your childhood and innocence free.
Please don’t cry, I know you are sad but together we can make it, Surely life won’t always be this bad.
I will guard you, Protect you my child, I am the adult here on the outside.
My frightened child within please don’t cry, I will always be forever at your side.

Child ~ Within posted on 05/07/2011

We sit in silence with downcast eyes
Abuse has taken your voice
Physical pain has deafened cries
Children given no choice
Struggling with anger, depression and fear
Trying to start again
Time for change, move on from tears
Speak out, walk tall, I'm hearing your pain

- a facilitator

Poem from facilitator on the Butterfly Programme posted on 01/07/2011

When these miss you days are the coldest
We draw your faces on the wall
It covers the heart wrenching suffering faced by you all
Condensation drips from iced windows inside
These are tears that are cold to touch
Yet inside you are burning with fire
Will you submit and make that fall
Don't fear for your screams
We hear all your calls
Don't be missing from your family
Your daughters and sons
Be braver than the weaker
Be yourself and become at home

Facilitator on the Butterfly Programme posted on 01/07/2011

I started the programme with thoughts in my head.....of dread
I wanted to stay in bed
These wonderful women around me were sad....I felt bad
As the weeks passed by we talked of these guys
We had a good cry
We wished they would die
We learnt that these feelings were normal and real
We could express our anger and say how we feel
I still feel so sad about what happened to me
But my abuser is gone and now I am free
In my life there are people who still make me feel sad
But now I have learnt it is them who are Bad

From a woman attending the Butterfly Programme currently, thank you for your bravery posted on 18/05/2011

Forever Hope

From a deep depression, how did I cope?
I step forward and see glimmers of hope,
Like beautiful sun-rays
that dance in the distance,
I want to go to them
But I meet resistance
Fearing what I’ll face on my way
Remembering memories I had stored away!

I know I have to face my foe
But remembering brings back feelings
from a long time ago
And as I remember, I feel the pain,
Fresh and upsetting I live it again.
Suddenly back to being nine
Child-me is dead!
I visit my shrine

But in remembering I steal back some power
Each time I face one the child in me cowers
You still control the way I think
But gradually little by little you sink
Now I’m taking back some control
By facing my demons
I’m making me whole

So as I look to brightness in the distance
I question myself and my own existence
But I now know that I am strong
And with support I’ll begin to belong
To myself and not to you
You’ve had enough, I’m battling through
what you did to me was so wrong
but it’s in the here and now I belong!

I cannot change what you did,
You took my innocence
I was just a kid
And sadly though I hate to say
The child in me died that day,
And all the days and weeks and years
That followed on while you did what you did!
And for that I hope you’ve gone to hell
Because that’s where I’ve been
I’m an empty shell!

Abuse doesn’t last for a day or a week,
No, it lasts a lifetime,
memories frightening and bleak
A death sentence
That’s what you dished out for me
The child in me died when you touched her,
you see.
Sadness for that poor little girl
I mourn her passing
She was only a child.

lynn posted on 02/05/2011

Thanks to survivor for latest poetry, just beautiful. This was written for her by a friend,
I know life can be hard
No, actually damn cruel
the trials we have to face
we fight
no time to re-fuel
I know the days seem endless
without a light ahead
But Barbara (name changed) the strength I see
you glow with nothing said
you have a friend in me
to lean on if need be
I have experienced and felt the same
and life was such doom and gloom
But as I faced all my pain
I have grown with life and bloomed
I'm not saying you will forget
but the sun will begin to shine
with all the strengths from this group
we will heal you with time
anon.

Anonymous posted on 27/04/2011

The Journey to hell

I am now upon my journey,
Of discovery,
To discover why I’m who I am,
And events that made me, me!
Long ago you changed my course,
You changed my life to come,
You changed me into somebody I shouldn’t have become!

The little girl so innocent,
Believing all you said,
She trusted you implicitly,
Believed all the lies you fed,
To her you were a hero,
A friend, a pal, a chum,
A person who she dearly loved,
How could she be so dumb!

You started off with subtlety,
To see how she’d react,
But you’d done your job so well,
With gentleness and tact,
She didn’t see it coming,
How could she, just a child,
The touching and the stroking,
Tenderly and mild!

But from that day of the first touch,
You stole what wasn’t yours,
You stole the little girl’s innocence,
You broke the love and trust!
You blamed her for making you,
Do the things you did,
But who was to blame really?
The grown man or the kid?

Now that little girls grown up,
So many things left unsaid,
A screwed up, messed up woman,
Not an innocent little kid,
As a grownup I hate you,
For what you did to me,
You stole my childhood memories,
You stole my life from me!

I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!

lonelylynn posted on 30/03/2011

You can mend, you can heal, you can win, we can hear you, you can beat this!

Survivors In Transition posted on 14/03/2011

Me
Who am I?
Who is the real me?

Me
I am broken
Can I be mended? We’ll see!

Me
I am alone, isolated
Trapped by my brain
Imprisoned in the past!

Me
Am I worthy?
No, not me!
I am damaged!
Unworthy of love or compassion!

Me
Can I beat this?
I do not know!
Ghosts from my past
Own my thoughts!

Me
Depressed, on my own,
Surrounded by people
But still alone!

Me
Screaming for help,
But nobody hears me!
No voice, silent screams,
All in my head!

Me
I am dead now,
Body just going through the motions
Of everyday life!
I give up! They win, I lose!

What you did to me! posted on 13/03/2011