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Now that you can?t threaten me with hell Can I speak of the dark nights when the floor squeaked Or the struggles that caused me to feel so weak. No one would believe the fragile little girl Who lived her life in a dream world Is it okay for me to tell How God?s little angel really fell It was very hard to understand Why I went from man to man It was always too much To distingish between the gentleness of a touch Is it okay for me to tell Now that you can?t threaten me with hell You were much older and knew how to play the game Call it waht you want, molestation is the name. Often at night I would wipe my tears You were the cause of most of my fears But is it okay for me to tell Now that I believe here on earth is hell? Peaches like to be posted here, Mail me This site is where you can add your name to others who have survived childhood sexual abuseBreaking the Silence Comradery This site is where you can read other's stories of abuse and gain courage from them.Breaking the Silence Supported you through your trials inThe Rock of Support for all to see in The Wall Hope for Recovery who's only crime is trying to stay alive inNeal and Jesse of courage, tenasity, and ability to break the cycle against all odds in the amazing site called Ghostwolf 1-800-96-ABUSE |
