Why would a young child want to die?
No one would miss her or even cry!
She hurts too much to play life's game
Too small she is for this burden of shame.
She doesn't know if she can take much more
Why, in God's name, did he call her a whore?
The drinking the screaming, does it ever abate?
It only gets worse as the night turns to late.
Why was she born? She wishes she were dead
Tomorrow, they say, is another day, new
Would they say it still if only they knew?
Look out! He's coming-God please let her die!
Too late! He's here! There's no where to hide!
Why would a young child want to die?
Susan Smiles
Her sad eyes looked up at me
in a sudden fear of all that is...
I knew that the pain had traveled
in her soul all these many years;
that the secret heart of her heart
held back the furies of broken promises,
of unblessed touchings in the dark of the mind.
Her silent eyes channeled the dreams
of little girls in white dresses,
of spring bouquets and dandilions
and the warmth of the sun in a smile!
SCH
I just wanted you to be my dad!
But you thought I was bad!
I didnt want to be sullen and sad!
But you just kept driving me mad!
You used US as a punching bag!
You called my Mum an old hag!
My baby brother a "fag"!
Everyone had a tag!
BUT it was you who was bad!
Now FOR YOU I feel sad!
You can now go mad!!
Thinking of all OUR love you could have had!!
Robyn
Alone
by myself
confused crazy
dark demons
engulf me.
Frightened,
horrified.
I
journey
kicking
loud lirking
nipping
on me.
Pleading, please
quickly
release me
Tearfully
underneath
vocally
wondering
Y.
Tina
A cry upon the night, who will help me
through the night?
No one to tell, no one to believe.
No child is left in me - birthday party's, slumber party's
will never be
for someone like me.
why must it be me,
I cry into the night.
School days, play grounds, kids just like me.
No one to tell, no one to believe.
So cute they say to me,
my daddy is so proud of me.
Whispers, touches, please go away,
daddy say's he so proud of me
as he lays next to me.
No one to tell, no one to believe.
School days, play grounds, tomorrow I turn seven you
see,
won't you please believe me.........
Copyright Deloris Mathes 1997
It's not fair!
It's not my fault,
I did nothing wrong,
I was an innocent child.
Why do I have to live with this?
This evil invading my body and mind.
Why must I suffer the consequences of what someone
else did?
Why must I relive the terror and agony again and
again?
I Hate this feeling of powerlessness,
of having the pain take over and control me.
It's not fair!
I did nothing wrong!
I tried to cry out, but no one was there.
I tried to tell, but no one listened.
I didn't want it to happen.
I want them to suffer!
I want them to experience the pain I feel!
The terror that overpowers me.
Let them suffer for what they've done!
I did nothing wrong, It wasn't my fault.
I was a innocent child,
An unwilling pawn in they're life of crime,
In they're sick game of "love", using a child,
Their trying to fill a void,
taking it out on me.
I wasn't my fault, I had nothing to do with their
illness,
They shouldn't have made me their momentary cure.
It's not fair!
I want them to suffer a life of hell,
To truly know the agony I still live with,
The pain I experience,
I want them to know what I go through,
And how they've changed my life.
I'm not ready to forgive.
I'm furious to the depths of my soul.
I Hate them for what they've done,
For hurting me- My Body and Soul.
Someday, I might be able to forgive,
But not now.
This tragedy of life,
A small child torn and hurt,
Her innocence taken away.
So violent was his rage,
So angry the pain...
What's going on?
What did I do?
Why is he hurting me so, tearing me,
The Pain-
I try to scream and nothing is heard.
Why is he so angry with me?
What did I do to deserve this punishment....
He's gone now, I lie here bleeding and hurt.
I'm crying, but don't know why?
Nothing's happened, not really.
I must have awaken from a bad dream,
I lie shivering, clutching my; pillow,
Finally, crying myself to sleep.
It wasn't real,
Just an evil nightmare,
The first of many I'm soon to know.
It couldn't have really happened,
So it doesn't matter how I feel...
THE
JOURNEY
