How far, 
how deep, 
how bad you hurt me. 

I was torn down 
by your presents, 
My fears you fed 
with word’s you said. 

The closet was my friend, 
when no one gave me their hand. 

I feared for my life, 
never did I see a light, 
Instead it was the flash of your hand 
coming down like a knife. 

The abuse I suffered, 
never will I forget, 
but coping is all I can give, 
forgiveness is my gift to myself. 

Abuse and neglect come hand in hand. 

A child should never have to face abuse nor neglect. If it was up to me I would have chosen a different way of life from the beginning. But I was too young to make that choice.


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