I was all Alone,

No one helped me,

My mother brothers nor sisters,

He hit me,

beat me,

left marks on me 

while they watched,

they told me it was for my own good,

but was it really?

every night i cried myself to sleep,

counting the days until i turned 18

each mark on my body was a symbol of the abuse i indured

they tell me to respect them

but how could i?? 

You hurt me.

Each night i snuck out of the room,

scared you would come back,

you told me you wanted me,

but i was far to young,

you came into my room and touched me

i ran away.

you said i acted like i was the child called it.