Hey everyone. Sorry I wasn't on. Rachael's death tanggal passed and I have been a mess. So I'm back and with lebih stuff in mind. Expect to see some lebih pics,articles,and video here. Now on to what I have written
Why Can't anyone here me?
Why can't anyone see me?
Is it because anda can't face the truth that is in front of you?
Is it because anda think I deserve it?
Don't anda see the bruises that mark my body?
Don't anda see the pain that is in my eyes?
Don't anda hear my cries of pain every night?
Don't anda hear her evil laughter as he hurts me?
Don't anda understand that this is real?
Don't anda understand that this is Happening to me?
When anda saw me walk out the door, blood dried on my face and hair, what did anda think happened?
Don't anda wish anda would of helped me?
Don't anda wish anda could have saved me from this hell?
Well I sure did and i still do now. I walk past anda every single day, tear running down my face and anda do nothing.
anda 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 anda can't face the truth that is in front of you?
Is it because anda think I deserve it?
Don't anda see the bruises that mark my body?
Don't anda see the pain that is in my eyes?
Don't anda hear my cries of pain every night?
Don't anda hear her evil laughter as he hurts me?
Don't anda understand that this is real?
Don't anda understand that this is Happening to me?
When anda saw me walk out the door, blood dried on my face and hair, what did anda think happened?
Don't anda wish anda would of helped me?
Don't anda wish anda could have saved me from this hell?
Well I sure did and i still do now. I walk past anda every single day, tear running down my face and anda do nothing.
anda 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 atau 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 hari 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 hari my mask falls off my face I will stay standing In the hallway of pain, right in between the doors of cinta and Hate, waiting to see which door will open first. Not screaming. Not breathing. Just waiting. Waiting for the hari that someone saves me. Saves me from another hari of beating. Waiting for my mask to fall of my face. Waiting....