Why me?Something happen in
Why me?
Something happen in my life that I really don’t wanna share because sometimes in my life I feel alone like no one’s there. Who really can I run to? When I’m having different problems, is there anybody out there who really can help me solve them? So I searched and I searched and I searched for many months and many years. I felt different feelings. I even experienced different fears. You see my main fear was a man because he used me in many ways. And I couldn’t even live my life because the thoughts affected me for many days. But still I searched and I searched to find the one special friend the one I could tell my story of why I trusted no man. But then one day my searched finally came to an end I found that special person and to my surprise, it was a man. It was a man they call Jesus and he helped me so much. He brought me into His arms so I felt His love and His grace through his very touch. So I gave my life to God and everything started to come out. But then God asked me that one question, He said, “who was the man you was talking bout?” I said, “That man took my innocents and I don’t know why, so every time I see a man a tear forms in my eyes.” I really couldn’t avoid it I didn’t see it coming but only if I had that one warning, my mind would have told my body to start running. I really couldn’t stop him it was really no escape. I tried to scream for help but it was already too late. You see, I tried to slip away but he held me down real tight. And I tried to push him off me but he was too strong for me to put up a fight. So I’m screaming and I’m screaming, but in his eyes it was like he didn’t even care. And all I could think about is, “I wish someone was there.” After it was over, he told me about one other. And I bet he didn’t even know that we were birth by the same mother. Still in shock, all I can do was pray and ask god to save me on that very day.
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