Poem on sexual abuse

He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.

One night I was in bed,
And he came to say goodnight,
except he took a little longer
before he turned out the light.

He really hurt me that night,
and I didn’t know what to do.
I thought it happened to most,
to every little boy and girl.

I lay in bed that night
hurting inside and out.
Tears streaming down my face,
I tried hard not to shout out.

I put that tragic night
to the back of my head,
playing games at school;
there was nothing to be said.

A year had passed along,
and then it happened again.
My mum was out at work;
it was him and me again.

I was sat next to him
just watching the TV
when he pulled me close to him
and again molested me.

I thought it only happened once
when I had done something bad,
but now I knew I was wrong.
I felt alone and sad.

And 8 years on I got
the courage to tell someone.
The police got involved and stuff.
I was hated by my mum.

She kicked me out that day
and stuck right by his side,
saying I was attention-seeking
and that it was all lies.

So in the end it got too much,
and I told the police I lied.
Everything went back to normal
I swear I wish I’d died.

Everything was going well
until he sent me those texts
saying he would kill himself;
it was all my fault instead.

So I went back to the police
and told them it all again.
He’s moved out for now.
It’s investigating time again.

But my mum still hates me
and thinks it’s all a lie.
I feel so alone right now.
I wish I would just die.

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I’ve told a couple of friends,
but it’s hard for them, you see,
to put up with something as stupid
as a teenager like me.

All I do is mope and cry
because no one understands
what I feel inside each day.
Please, someone take my hand.

I cut myself sometimes
when the pain gets too much.
I hate him for what he did
and where he used to touch.

I often think I’ll run away
or step into the road.
My future seems so black and dim.
I’m only 17 years old.

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And if the case is dropped,
he will come back home again,
and I’ll be back to where I began…
in a world of sadness and pain.

I hope someone hears my cry
and says they understand.
I just don’t know what to do anymore.
I’m scared and on my own.

So you see, I’m stuck forever.
I just want to scream and shout,
but there’s something you have to know.
That for me, there’s no way out.

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