Why

[Inwardly_Broken]

So I have come across some of my old poems. Thought I would share them with you guys because yall understand.


Why
Why am I different?
Why did you pick me?
Why did you take my hope,
my pride and virginity?
Was it my fault?
Was it meant to be?
Did I do something wrong?
Someone please help me.
I was young and hopeless with
no one to turn to.
I just wanted to be loved or even rescued!
Drugs were the only way to cope,
it was the only way to feel free,
to feel relieved.
Who was I?
an outrage waiting to happen?
Who was I?
a destroyed teen with nothing to live for?
What was I?
a disappointment, and disgrace?
What happened to me?
How did I get this way?
All I wanted was to be normal,
and to feel loved.
All I wanted was happiness without drugs!
I'm all alone with no one to hear,
I had no one to turn to.
My father was never around and my mother
never really made a sound.
I had to cope on my own.

 

[anndeb]

Thanks for sharing this IB, and yes the loneliness of having to face abuse on our own,with no one to listen or comfort us after is really hard to take, and so hard for me to let go of the resentment about. I feel it towards my God, if you will that I was left so vulnerable and without help of any kind until much later. It has been a cross to bear for me and I struggle with it still. Not to mention the shame and bitterness within that this had to happen to me. Leaving my little world crushed and taken from me, never able to trust as completely again that the world is a good welcoming place, not one of terror and rage. Ugh! Yet I continue on the road to recovery, and letting go. Living a good life is the best revenge I believe.