I am so tired of this memory, It haunts my dreams, its corrupts my thoughts. I wish I could put it in a jar and lock it away. Please god give me the strength to endure this pain I am in. Take away my hurt and this awfulness from my mind. Make me know peace, and safeguard me.
This is a diary about me, about my life, and about the abuse that I suffered. I write not for pity or attention. I write to find my voice and shed light on issues that are too often kept locked away in darkness, deep in the minds of their victims. I have held my secrets for too long, so I share them with you now, both friends and strangers so I can ease some of the weight that i carry on these shoulders.
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Wednesday, July 4, 2012
My brain wont let me forget. I see the complete picture now, no more flashes and snap shots, no more missing pieces. I feel the pain that little one felt, , I see what she saw, remember the terror she experienced, I hear her screams. She I was four, and my daddy raped me. He found me hiding from him in the closet, pulled me out, threw me on the bed. He said I had been a bad girl and It was time I learned my lesson. He said we were gonna play a new game, and this one was a secret just like all the others. I couldn't breath he was so heavy, the smell of his cologne was everywhere and I wanted to throw up. Before I had time to beg him to stop he was already pushing my legs apart.
I am so tired of this memory, It haunts my dreams, its corrupts my thoughts. I wish I could put it in a jar and lock it away. Please god give me the strength to endure this pain I am in. Take away my hurt and this awfulness from my mind. Make me know peace, and safeguard me.
I am so tired of this memory, It haunts my dreams, its corrupts my thoughts. I wish I could put it in a jar and lock it away. Please god give me the strength to endure this pain I am in. Take away my hurt and this awfulness from my mind. Make me know peace, and safeguard me.
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I understand the feeling. I am here for you whenever you need me. Even when I am having a bad day do not be afraid to tell me about your problems. You help me when I need help. Big safe squishy hugs
ReplyDeleteI Understand the feeling... My daddy raped me when I was 3 and he continued to rape me until I was 6, then I stopped visiting him... I am here if you need to talk. Hugs
DeleteI am so sorry you understand the feeling, This shouldn't happen :( Thanks for the support and likewise back to you
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