Little Girl

Cyber Support Group


I was a little girl 

at an innocent age,

Tormented by your sick 

and controlling rage.


You took my spirit,

my childhood,

and nearly my life,

Treated me not as your daughter,

but as your wife.


I needed attention,

but the kind you gave,

Turned me into

a prisoner

and made me a slave.


To protect my family,

I kept quiet and lied,

While everyday

a part of me died.


The little girl

went away,

she will never be found.

And this big girl

now stands on shaky ground.


The demons are chasing,

they’re closing in fast,

I’m starting to wonder

how long it will last.


Hurt and anger,

that’s all I feel.

Staying alive is a battle,

no longer a thrill.


Will there ever be peace

that I call my own?

Will there ever be a place

that I can call home?

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