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by noraida Apr 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Forgive me for what I have to say. These memories haunt me each and every day. A story of a Little Girl that had a secret and kept it away. Not to destroy her Family in her mind plays and plays. To tell Mommy and Daddy of this eternal day. What is it !! Is all they say. Grandpa took me to play the grown-ups game. Let's just play it there is no shame. These are the words he replied day by day. I was only sixteen in this Infernal time. The truth was told of this shameful crime. I tell her not to cry because I know what it is like. To go to Your room and having to hide. Night time is here lock the door. Cover yourself tight your body don't let it show. As I close my eyes the nightmares commence. He opens the door and lays in bed. Daddy don't This is not right! As his body penetrates inside. I wake up with a scream. Thank You God is only a dream!! My Dear niece I know how you feel. I hope that time your pain could heal. For mine has started and it's all for real. The story repeats once again. To my Little's Child innocence. So know let the whole world know of this truth. What our Family's secret has done to me and you.