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It's Not Fair! It's not fair! It's not my fault, I did nothing wrong, I was an innocent child. Why do I have to live with this? This evil invading my body and mind. Why must I suffer the consequences of what someone else did? Why must I relive the terror and agony again and again? I Hate this feeling of powerlessness, of having the pain take over and control me. It's not fair! I did nothing wrong! I tried to cry out, but no one was there. I tried to tell, but no one listened. I didn't want it to happen. I want them to suffer! I want them to experience the pain I feel! The terror that overpowers me. Let them suffer for what they've done! I did nothing wrong, It wasn't my fault. I was a innocent child, An unwilling pawn in they're life of crime, In they're sick game of "love", using a child, Their trying to fill a void, taking it out on me. I wasn't my fault, I had nothing to do with their illness, They shouldn't have made me their momentary cure. It's not fair! I want them to suffer a life of hell, To truly know the agony I still live with, The pain I experience, I want them to know what I go through, And how they've changed my life. I'm not ready to forgive. I'm furious to the depths of my soul. I Hate them for what they've done, For hurting me- My Body and Soul. Someday, I might be able to forgive, But not now.
I WANT TO BE FREE Written By: Diane I feel so lost, like a child run astray, I want control of my life, but instead I run away. I can’t face the truths that come in the night, I don’t have the energy to continue the fight. But how can I just give up, and let him win? He took so much from me, I want me back again. I’m so sad and depressed and unhealthy as well But I have a story, one that I must tell. You see, I was married to a man I thought I knew. His anger, his ugliness, his violence out of view. It was only at night, no, anytime of day He forced himself on me, he had his way. He was brutal and ruthless and didn’t seem to care He was hurting me so badly, but "I" wasn’t really there. Dissociation, or repression, is the name they give To the one thing that helped me, enabled me to live. Now I must work through all he’s done to me Or happiness and normalcy will never be. It’s painful and frightening, but I owe it to me, To work as hard as I can, so someday I’ll be free.
Lets Talk Daddy Dear Lets talk daddy dear Lets have a chat Lets talk about how you raised your daughter in fear I'm sorry daddy dear I don't understand Please say that again How you feel you weren't treated as a proper husband???!! So daddy dear, your story, your life You felt incomplete Unsatisfied by your wife Well daddy dear, would you then say You felt justified Molesting me day after day?? Oh daddy dear, this is so sad Because of your wife You treated me so bad Now daddy dear after all this time think of it now Who is responsible for your crime? Louder daddy dear, louder for life I am not to blame I was your daughter, NOT YOUR WIFE!
MY LIFE OF PAIN Written By: Diane My eyes filled with tears, my heart filled with pain My body exhausted, because he did it again. He hurt me so many times, I’ve been unable to count It’s the way he hurt me that’s affected my life, not the amount. I read all the books, go to therapy as well, But the nightmares and flashbacks continue my life in hell. I see a ray of sunshine, just every once in awhile, But his black clouds of abuse remove any hint of a smile. Happily ever after used to be my dream. Now my past engulfs me, as I try so hard to scream. "Don’t touch me, don’t hurt me, please stop, I beg of you." It’s as if I have no voice as he continues to do what he wants to do. His abuse was so cruel and inhumane, My brain decided to repress it, letting it happen over and again. I’ll never understand how it was safer not knowing Because now in every part of my life, the damage is showing. Now I’m told I must work through this, as to heal, I must feel. But the pain of these memories brings feelings so real. The pain is all over: my body, heart, and mind, I can only hope that someday, peace I will find.
