A Cry From A Child An innocent child fast asleep Thats when in he would creep Sneaking to the bed full of stuffed dolls Hopeing no one would hear him walk threw the halls He waks her up, slips into bed Runs his hand over her head The peaceful drems she was dreaming Suddenly become so decieving. She knew now she wouldn't be protected He'd shut her up if she prtested Many years of troubled tears She woke up to face those same fears. Finally getting stoped what was being done Still to late she lost her innocent one. About four years she was able to live Without a care, she didn't have to give Four years of innocents, sixteen of pain Still closeing her eyes wondering the same. Who would she be now, if innocents were kept How would she act had he never crept. Anger, bitterness fill her heart But she Leanrs with that to part Go on with your life she'd often say Don't let him control your every day. So as she sits here, she wonders why The tears on her pillow remain dry. by sheila..
Reason for writing:
I was molested from about the time I was four up until I was around 12 years old.. Many years of fear.. if u want respond if not thats okay too..
Birth sign: Leo
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Babycakes_101.