Childhood

by Joanna
(England)

Living in fear - hope death is near
Battered and bruised - so confused
object of lust - self disgust
Happy Birthday,4 - child whore
Feeling like dirt - pain and hurt
Can never tell - living hell
Living a lie - want to die
Thoughts inside - suicide

This is a poem that I wrote several years ago, in the aftermath of breaking my silence.

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Aug 26, 2013
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I don't know how I got here NEW
by: Brittany Bennett

I cannot feel what happened to you but.
My uncle did try to once.
Tried to but didn't.
Nowadays he carries on like nothing happened.
When he sees me I give him hugs and stuff.
I'm not really mad at him for some apparent reason.
Me and my uncle still have a family relationship.
Although we don't see eachother much he lives far away.
He hasn't done this to any other of my family.
I know.
I still don't feel the need to tell or be mad at him. He really never actually did anything to me really.Just tried to. Is it bad that i'm not upset about this?

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