The Child's Story

*This story is half true.*
*I am happy you took the time to read it*
~This poem is not yet done~

It's so hard to explain,
To speak of my pain,
A story of mis-use,
My story of abuse,
An almost rape,
Things I still can't take,
I was a slave, I could never be saved...
Locked in the basement alone,
Until they would come home,
They would say, "We're home"
Then I'd hide in the corner of the basement hoping they could not see,
Then they unlock the door & come down the stairs to get me
I make not a sound, & Pray not to be found,
They say, "Come out, come out", "Just wait, I'll find you"
I tighted myself, & I'm afraid of what they're going to do,
I let a crying tear come out,
Then "There you are you little brat" they shout,
They grab my shirt, & Then hit my Head,
I hoped that I was finally dead,
But they drag me up the stairs
& put me on the closet floor,
Covered my mouth, chained me up,
& Locked the closet door,
Later they came, & burned my arms with a cigarette,
Then they hit me,
till bruises were all you could see,
I tried not to cry,
But I just wished I could die,
I had a little cheese, just a bite,
But thats all I had that night,
This will all happen again tomorrow,
& I will feel my sorrow
But if this happened for so long,
I know I must have done something wrong...

*I will soon finish it, But please vote & comment*