This was written for a alter who chose to hide under the stairs, it is a story of her abuser and her, this is her story in poetry her names Anthea , shes five.
Invisible child
Little girl hey you under there
oh little gorgeous girl i can see you there
oh wow this is fun
you hiding under the stairs.
Come on little girl ive found you now
you hid i seeked now youre found
you know the rules you must
come and play with me now
Oh pretty angel you are so pretty
your legs up under your chin
ok ok little girl you win
come out to me now and lets play again.
Oh sweet baby you can trust me
im your friend
i promise oh i promise
i am not like them.
i want to give you lollies and treats galore
look look sweet little precious
i hold them
come and see them
I wont hurt you sweet precious thing
i am a the good guy
dont believe their lies
no not a thing
Come on sweet dove come and play
all those bad people
well they have gone away
it is me that has come today
I am a protector
proud and strong
i wont let those monsters
do you wrong
Anthea crawls out .....................
Oh sweet baby
arent you cute
now you vixen
lets make you mute
I lied you bitch
i lied so well
i am the person
who will take you to hell.
Up and up you go
high into the ceiling
tied with hands so tight
ohh ohhh i love it when they fight
blood trickled down her hands
her blood trickles onto his hands
he opens his mouth to get some more
he nicks her feet to make it come
He spins her round
she vomits down
he laughs and laughs
at her surrounds
he touches her whilst she hangs up high
nothing is sacred he loves it all
he licks and touches her every pore
slowly and deeply she cant take anymore
she lowers her head
and disappears into the night
a new alter takes her plight
the scars of her are still around
she hides yet still
under the stairs
and believes no one
when they say come out come out
she knows the lies
this monster taught her well
mostly she simply at five wants to die,
Cleo
Invisible child
Little girl hey you under there
oh little gorgeous girl i can see you there
oh wow this is fun
you hiding under the stairs.
Come on little girl ive found you now
you hid i seeked now youre found
you know the rules you must
come and play with me now
Oh pretty angel you are so pretty
your legs up under your chin
ok ok little girl you win
come out to me now and lets play again.
Oh sweet baby you can trust me
im your friend
i promise oh i promise
i am not like them.
i want to give you lollies and treats galore
look look sweet little precious
i hold them
come and see them
I wont hurt you sweet precious thing
i am a the good guy
dont believe their lies
no not a thing
Come on sweet dove come and play
all those bad people
well they have gone away
it is me that has come today
I am a protector
proud and strong
i wont let those monsters
do you wrong
Anthea crawls out .....................
Oh sweet baby
arent you cute
now you vixen
lets make you mute
I lied you bitch
i lied so well
i am the person
who will take you to hell.
Up and up you go
high into the ceiling
tied with hands so tight
ohh ohhh i love it when they fight
blood trickled down her hands
her blood trickles onto his hands
he opens his mouth to get some more
he nicks her feet to make it come
He spins her round
she vomits down
he laughs and laughs
at her surrounds
he touches her whilst she hangs up high
nothing is sacred he loves it all
he licks and touches her every pore
slowly and deeply she cant take anymore
she lowers her head
and disappears into the night
a new alter takes her plight
the scars of her are still around
she hides yet still
under the stairs
and believes no one
when they say come out come out
she knows the lies
this monster taught her well
mostly she simply at five wants to die,
Cleo
11 comments:
Painfully true. Jupping in puddles, thank you for sharing!
(((((hugs)))) i wanted to cry reading this...
i am sorry for your pain. It must have taken a lot to share.
No little five-year-old child should ever have to wish to die. My heart just breaks wide open with grief for what you had to endure.
It's so hard to wrap my mind around the fact that we had NO ONE to trust. I wish, with my heart breaking open, that the love that pours out could instantly heal us all.
(((((((((Safe hugs, always)))))))))
Thinking about you. (((safe hugs))))
I understand this invisible child and her pain. I hope someday she will be healed.
Abusers are liars and promise to fill the empty hole inside us, our need to be loved. So the betrayal cuts twice as deep--because we allowed ourselves to hope. Big, big ((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))).
Thank you for being real. Such horrors should not be. I'm glad you told it.
hauntingly beautiful poem...we are like you...we have many parts....we understand as much as we can...
safe hugs
rainbow
Thank you so much for sharing this. Especially for letting us use it for The Blog Carnival Against Child Abuse.
I did cry while reading this. That is ok. Someone should cry for this precious little girl and the horror she experienced so young. Others wonder why it is so difficult for us to learn to trust again. Thank you for sharing this part of yourself.
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