Hey everyone. Sorry I wasn't on. Rachael's death fecha passed and I have been a mess. So I'm back and with más stuff in mind. Expect to see some más pics,articles,and videos here. Now on to what I have written
Why Can't anyone here me?
Why can't anyone see me?
Is it because tu can't face the truth that is in front of you?
Is it because tu think I deserve it?
Don't tu see the bruises that mark my body?
Don't tu see the pain that is in my eyes?
Don't tu hear my cries of pain every night?
Don't tu hear her evil laughter as he hurts me?
Don't tu understand that this is real?
Don't tu understand that this is Happening to me?
When tu saw me walk out the door, blood dried on my face and hair, what did tu think happened?
Don't tu wish tu would of helped me?
Don't tu wish tu could have saved me from this hell?
Well I sure did and i still do now. I walk past tu every single day, tear running down my face and tu do nothing.
tu may not hurt me like my father does, but your silence Kills me.
And it's true everyday we stay quiet, all we are basically doing is letting the child that is being abused die. It's basically like we're hurting them ourselves.We're hurting them with our silence
Why Can't anyone here me?
Why can't anyone see me?
Is it because tu can't face the truth that is in front of you?
Is it because tu think I deserve it?
Don't tu see the bruises that mark my body?
Don't tu see the pain that is in my eyes?
Don't tu hear my cries of pain every night?
Don't tu hear her evil laughter as he hurts me?
Don't tu understand that this is real?
Don't tu understand that this is Happening to me?
When tu saw me walk out the door, blood dried on my face and hair, what did tu think happened?
Don't tu wish tu would of helped me?
Don't tu wish tu could have saved me from this hell?
Well I sure did and i still do now. I walk past tu every single day, tear running down my face and tu do nothing.
tu may not hurt me like my father does, but your silence Kills me.
And it's true everyday we stay quiet, all we are basically doing is letting the child that is being abused die. It's basically like we're hurting them ourselves.We're hurting them with our silence
Child abuse is emotional -- constantly blaming o putting down a child; excessive yelling, shaming.
Child abuse is sexual -- incest, any forced sexual activity, exposure to sexual stimulation not appropriate for the child's age.
Child abuse is neglect -- a pattern of failure to provide for the child's physical needs, such as food, clothing, shelter, and medical care; a pattern of failure to provide for the child's emotional needs, such as affection, attention, and supervision
My mask is slowly crumbling. It is getting harder and harder each día to pretend everything is ok. I know I have to wear a mask made of stone, but every stone cracks once in a while and mine is just beginning. And when my mask finally comes off, the truth will finally be here. But until that day, Until the día my mask falls off my face I will stay standing In the hallway of pain, right in between the doors of amor and Hate, waiting to see which door will open first. Not screaming. Not breathing. Just waiting. Waiting for the día that someone saves me. Saves me from another día of beating. Waiting for my mask to fall of my face. Waiting....