Help
A cry from inside
Unspoken, unknown
but you know.
you know he is touching you when you sleep
you know he is there
you know how he watches you and makes you scared
youre 6
or 8
or 14
but you know its wrong
and you laugh and smile in public
and your parents think youre a charm
but you know
you need help
and he is family
2 years older
you know he is wrong
you know he is wrong.
but he touches and touches and touches
you play with barbies, he plays with you
parents walk in, doesnt see the truth
they see 2 kids playing
two cousins getting along
door closes and hands go
where they dont belong
and you play along.
too scared to tell
too proud to cry
too kind to ruin your own cousins life
touching goes further
it goes too far
by 14 his hands have taken your pride
that gift for a husband
that gift for your wife
by 14 his hands just took it aside
and used it and touched it and made it his own
and you know its wrong
but cant cry for help
family wont listen
he's family himself
and youve become dependent
on his touch for so long
that when its over
at 15
relief turns to grief
because he "loved" you
now nobody ever will
theyll use you
abuse you
till they get their fill
youre ugly
youre fat
youll never be loved
youre a goddess in presence
but a monster in the mirror
youre never good enough
youre not the right girl
for any boy out there
and you never will
because youre abused
because youre used
and you cant confess
out of shame
guilt
horror
its worse when that cousin
and its worse when you
act like nothing happened
and leave it at that
but you know
and you know
and it kills you inside
and you meet a man
at 17
whos 17, too
who makes you laugh
and makes you smile
and respects you
and loves you
and says he always will
you want to love him
in a carnal manner
but cant
for the guilt eats you up inside
and you tell him
with tears in your eyes
about all the years taken
how you couldnt experience a first love
a first kiss
a first anything, really, for it was all taken
and he looks at you
and you have no clue
that after all this
he still loves you
to him youre a princess
and always will be
in his eyes youre precious as can be
he smiles
and cries
and tells you youre fine
hell help you and love you
he helps you get over it
hes the only one who knows
and understands why sex isnt always your wish
and loves you for trying and loving him
help from a man
help from your love
help being sent to you by god above
love and support
in such a rare case
where abuse as a child
turned to love and acceptance
from a man
in
love
with
you.
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