The author of the following story wishes to remain anonymous.
I'm sure her despair will touch you as it touched me.

Please don't put in my name or any identifiable info.
My letter, please show it to support your worthy, worthy cause.

I am 15 years old and I write this as quietly as I can so as not to get discovered.
I read your stories. But I could not cry, for I am one of those children. I am abused, sexually,
mentally and sometimes physically. I cut my wrists and my legs and the blood soothes the pain.
To know that you can survive is good, but do I want to survive? Do I really want to save what is left
of me? It seems as if it never leaves you, how can I live a life condemned? I know I deserve this
but still I wish it were someone else. Why me? I want to believe in God but Ii blame him for my fate.
How can life be this cruel? Even as I sit here all tense just in case my mother hears, I feel the tears
welling up, but to cry would be to admit there was something wrong and if I do that then I will not
be able to go on. I wrote something about how it feels to be trapped by threats and loyaties to
those you love and could not hurt. It's not very good but I wrote it after all!

Alone i sat in my prison
i stared at the walls.
i looked up to gaze unto the sky
i saw only another another stone wall,
-indestructable.

Alone i began to run
hit my hands against the walls
i screamed out.
Pulled out my hair,
but nobody heard
-cos nobody cared.

Alone i began to give up
my soul withered
and began to fade
my screams were useless
against something endless
-i gave up that very day.

Alone i accepted it.
I allowed my heart to die.
That, that was me was no more
a stone in the place
in the place of my heart
no cracks to be seen...
-in the dark.

Alone alone alone.
I was, i am alone.
Desolate and isolated,
desperate and seperated
nobody cared,
nobody saw.

I was,
i am
alone
noboby cried for me.
Nobody, cries for me,
at all.

Ii'm sorry it's so melodramatic. I wrote it to express just how trapped i feel,
there is no way out for me, but that doesn't make it any easier. The way i am made to feel,
so dirty, so low, takes me to the depths of a dark dark hole. But there is no way of feeling
better i live for the days where i can be 'free'. Oh, you and only you all can possibly understand
how i feel, words cannot convey it. I hate myself so much sometimes i throw myself down the
stairs, of course when they're out, and cause myself pain. The scared feeling you get too, it
nothing like the one you get when you're terrified and vunerable....and abused. I wish i didn't
care, but i do and i'm crying now, i wanted a normal life. I wanted to laugh and sing and be
merry. To be uninhibited in my childish ways. I miss the life i never had, the life i don't have.
I envy those who lead lifes that seem to me 'normal'. He uses the love i have for my mother
against me and then beats me using mostely verbal taunts and critticisms. I don't blame my mum
but i cannot look at her the same as i once did. This is what you've all been through,
do you remember how it felt, the absolute terror? For me, you and all the other, silent screams;
you must Survive and rise above it. Face it, stop running, do not be afraid others will scorn you,
i'd like to think that somewhere there is a place, a santionary to go, this could be it. Talk.
There is love, at least, that is my hope. I want you to use this to inspire others to join the
fight to show that it still exists, not just as satistics but as real life. Please. Keep on with your
website to help raise awareness. Make them believe, show 'em, prevent it by action not just by talk. Please.

Thank you for listening to this tale of a lonely girl.