No one but her knew.
She should have known.
Why would you know?
You didn’t know.
The shame.
The guilt.
The pain.
The one who knew didn’t seem to care?
Would you have cared?
What would you have done?
Would you have saved me?
I was told, “What happens in these four walls, stays in these four walls”.
An abusers silencing line.
“Please?”
“I love you.”
“Be a good girl.”
“Rub my back.”
“Pop this.”
A “nap” he called it.
“We all have to live here.”
“Stop causing trouble.”
“Drama queen!”
“Stop your crying.”
“Man up!”
“You fat bitch!”
“…lose 10 ugly pounds…”
“…just cut your head off.”
“Lazy!”
“Crazy!”
“Dumb blonde.”
“Bipolar!”
Mock me.
Laugh at me.
Groom me.
Trust you.
Use me.
Abuse!
Screams.
Tears.
No one hears a thing.
Hunger.
Fear.
Exhaustion!
Lonely.
Forgotten.
Abandoned.
You didn’t know.
Makes me wanna like puke and wish could go back in time and could truly do something like how they treated you back then like they did.. They Ughh cause for you to improve of yourself today to become the strong woman you are that’s telling them that you won’t ever let this happen to you or anyone again..your writing today to prove your story to let someone else see to try and help..I’m proud so proud of the woman you are today very much!!! I loves you
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You were right when you said I could help people by speaking up. It’s hard to speak up though.
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