ABUSED
Being used and abused made my soul dark
to the point of infinite pain;
I lost all my mind and all of my soul
it’s a wonder I’m still fully sane.

I’ve been down to the depths of a bottomless pit
- the pain was unbearable then;
as I look back on my previous life
I am shocked and surprised as to when

I suffered a massive mental breakdown
which I would not wish on another;
but I have pulled through and am now quite sane
because we did all this together.

Excruciating pain is a terrible thing
it caused me to scream and to cry,
but now I’m on the mend with a very close friend
my eyes are now fully dry.

I’m still locked away in my room all day
- all night if the truth be told,
for I am scared to go out in the street
I am not yet that forward or bold.

Adult abuse is a wicked crime
as is child abuse in my books,
but there are people out there who pray to their gods
yet in private they are nothing but crooks.

Abuse is abuse, it has to be said,
abuse is a crime still today:
in spite of the fact that people forget
and go to their churches to pray.

I’m so angry at what to me was then done,
was depressed and I wanted to die;
suicide then seemed an option quite clear,
but now I will settle to cry.

Why I allowed the abuse so to be
is a mystery beyond my mind;
I should have had it stopped right there and then
yet I think that you will somehow find

that good folk are scared when they are abused
- scared of what might happen right now;
if they should ever tell and have it be known
that they are involved in a row.

My pain was intense as I was abused
I laid on my bed just to cry;
Now I’m recovering, I do want to know
an answer to the question “Why?”

My heart does go out to all who’re like me,
they suffered in silence, too;
no more will I suffer, for I’m on the mend
- like me, there are simply too few.

If you’ve been like me, abused in the dark
I urge you to stand real tall:
let’s stand together against the abuse
and never again let us stall.