Secrets that find a way to say..
Secrets that find a way to say..
Find me...listen for me...Help me...
Those nights you hear the abuse taking place,
you hide from the noise without a trace.
But as for me its the beatings that you hearing taking place.
Don't you hear my screams, my pleading for it to stop...
Why don't you call the cops...
Find me...listen for me...Please help me...
Why do you ignore the sounds you hear
always wondering but having a fear.
You wonder whats going on,
but to afraid to speak up and pawn.
You carry the thoughts inside your head
hoping someone else will instead.Ā
Find me...listen for me...Help me...
I pray for someone to hear the sounds of my pain,
but no one ever came.
You go week by week hearing the screams
but you hide those with lucid dreams.
What ifs...don't wanna get involved..all those things
going through your mind.Ā
Then out of the blue you see the news.
You found me...you didn't save me...You ignored all you heard...
The news depicted the scene, which looked like a dream.
My body was beaten so bad,
It was indescribable, unspeakable, horrible mad.Ā
What you heard was the sounds of me who cried out for help,
but you ignored because of how or what you felt.
IĀ was hung by daddy's belt.
Those screams you heard,... those poundings on the wall
was my way of saying "please help me" ,... just make that call.
You never did,..." I was just a kid"Ā
Never knowing what I did.
It is over,
The pain has left, the news shows the world wept.
One person who heard all these things
waited and pretended not to hear
while she broke and cried with tears.
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Emotional write
but well written ??
Thank you sweet friend, much love.
That is so heartbreaking Kay...very real and sadly so very true. Powerful writing ā¤ļø
Thank you friend its real and my past is hard to get past but I have gotten better at dealing with the pain, lots of scars to carry and when I look in the mirror it reminds me of all the hell I lived for so long, but if someone would of stepped up maybe it wouldn't have lasted so long, so I encourage people to speak up because it could be a life you could save from hell, I wished and prayed for to be rescued, but that never came, but I know that We are the change in this world of hate. So thank you for the kind words, best wishes friend, Much love, Kay...
Wow, that is so powerful. Amazing poem.
Thank you sweet friend, my past is rough to talk about, but I'm getting stronger and forgiveness is for us so Thank you for the kind words, best wishes to you sweet friend, Much love Kay...
You're welcome! I'm glad you're getting stronger, best wishes to you, too, dear.
Sad but true, a lot of times we want to help but don't know how, we would if we only knew what was going on, afraid when there's nothing to fear, all she had to do was knock on the neighbors door and talk about it, a stranger can be our best friend...