The world in which I existed left me warped and twisted,
broken, and scared, words left unspoken
cause it’s hard to cope with the past,
alcohol wears off and the dope don’t last.
I was that quiet child with tears in his eye, and fears in his heart
with the deafening silence tearing him apart.
When asked, he would say everything was fine,
while screams of help echoed in his mind.
things would never be the same,
my fragmented brain said I was to blame,
but I was just a pawn in a demented game,
created by a psycho who got off on hurting a kid,
I’m not the one to blame for what he did,
but the pain is still there, life still ain’t fair,
and people still don’t care.
So I deal with the pain and all the bad dreams,
live with the shame and all the silent screams,
I wonder where I would be had it not happened to me,
maybe have a good job or a college degree,
I’m imprisoned in my mind and he is still free.
About the Creator
OneOutOf6 ~ Just a male survivor trying to conquer the stigma.
