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Empty Soul
By Hinda August 20, 2012
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There is nobody living inside, or
I cannot find her, she Is hiding, the pain has finally won. There is somebody crying, screaming, Inside, think I hear her, I know I hear her I do not know how to help her anymore I listen as best I can I listen, as best I can I listen as best I can It is not enough |
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She likes to play and sing and do all kinds of things
But she is afraid, who
will play with her, now
it is too late, she is too afraid
something is terribly wrong
It is the terribly wrong part
And she is ranting and raving, and
She looks to make sure she is not crazy, someone
Keeps telling her she is
Crazy
And she is not, she
just wanted to play and sing and
loveandshestillwantstodoallofthat
but there is no one to play with,
somebody please come and play
a nice somebody who
wants to play and can hear her
She is crying, I think I hear her this time
Breathing hard and fast, crying
To live.
But she is afraid, who
will play with her, now
it is too late, she is too afraid
something is terribly wrong
It is the terribly wrong part
And she is ranting and raving, and
She looks to make sure she is not crazy, someone
Keeps telling her she is
Crazy
And she is not, she
just wanted to play and sing and
loveandshestillwantstodoallofthat
but there is no one to play with,
somebody please come and play
a nice somebody who
wants to play and can hear her
She is crying, I think I hear her this time
Breathing hard and fast, crying
To live.
LOST IN THE WOODS
By TANYA
Mommy, daddy, and me were walking through Central Park.
We saw an ocean. We saw a river, a stream, rocks, lots of green grass.
The sun was shining and the sky was a mellow blue. I felt safe holding my daddy’s hand and my mommy’s.
Don’t leave me, I was thinking to myself.
My mommy and daddy are superheroes.
I was so little and they were so big.
All of a sudden, I started to see a bunch of clouds in front of me.
The clouds were everywhere. Mommy, daddy, where are you?
I started to cry.The fog turned into rain and the sky was a dark black.
No longer could I see the beauty of the park I was alone in the woods.
The sun wasn’t shining.The sky was nonexistent.
I cried and cried for my mommy and daddy
I cried and cried.Till I fell asleep.
When I awoke I was 23 years old, stuck in a ditch alone in the woods with no-where to go
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Some of My Untold Horrors By ST My head Will explode From its load My mouth Stays closed Of horrors untold My heart Was blown to shards How can that leave me unmarred? My ears Can't bear What they hear My body Was betrayed By foreign hands in me were laid My eyes Were forced to see Things considered like adultery My hands Were forced enough To touch private stuff My lips Were forced to kiss Something that can cause syphilis My soul Can't withstand Pain that's out of hand My mind Can't comprehend Why people consider this all pretend - Still suffering from the ramification of sexual abuse |
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Becoming a Survivor ·
By C.R Blocking it out until the age of 22, I thought I was ok· But I fought and fought· My inner strength took over,· My persistence, the life within me kept fighting and fighting· Every day is a struggle· Every day is a battle· But I fight and fight· There are days when I used to think about running into a car; would anyone even care or notice? I got help, I wanted to give up but I didn’t· I turned the emotional pain into emotional healing and inner strength· I keep telling myself..do not give up….· I am currently stronger than I have been before· I was a victim· Now I turned the victim within into a survivor…… |
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“Saying No”·
By anonymous
I could not say no, I could not say yes.·
Nor did I know what was best·
My soul left my body; my mind was not at rest·
viewed every strange man and woman in the eyes of a six year old child·
could not make decisions for myself·
an old lady I was from the day he touched me in a bad way·
was so despondent, I couldn’t even cry·
I was withdrawn, I didn’t feel alive·
Raped, sexually molested as a six year old child was all I knew·
Is this all a dream? Is this life real?·
Who am I?·
Why would someone be kind to me, if I did not give him or her anything?·
Lying in bed all day not wanting to wake up·
Asking G-d, why did you create me?·
Giving, giving, giving in to whatever desires and commands he or she wants my entire life·
Do I exist?·
Thinking the pedophile was a grownup and I was safe; I had an easy time trusting the bad people my whole life
By anonymous
I could not say no, I could not say yes.·
Nor did I know what was best·
My soul left my body; my mind was not at rest·
viewed every strange man and woman in the eyes of a six year old child·
could not make decisions for myself·
an old lady I was from the day he touched me in a bad way·
was so despondent, I couldn’t even cry·
I was withdrawn, I didn’t feel alive·
Raped, sexually molested as a six year old child was all I knew·
Is this all a dream? Is this life real?·
Who am I?·
Why would someone be kind to me, if I did not give him or her anything?·
Lying in bed all day not wanting to wake up·
Asking G-d, why did you create me?·
Giving, giving, giving in to whatever desires and commands he or she wants my entire life·
Do I exist?·
Thinking the pedophile was a grownup and I was safe; I had an easy time trusting the bad people my whole life
A POEM
BY ANONYMOUS
Anxiety…….
A choking feeling takes over ones mind, one’s body, one’s soul…
This choking feeling wraps around my neck, my lungs, my esophagus, my abdominal area, my intestines, my bladder, my brain, my life…
All the events that led to this choking feeling run around and around my head in circles,
I try to make sense of everything, I try to make decisions, but this choking feeling doesn’t go away
I am nauseaus, so nauseaus inside that I want to take my finger and put it against my uvula and force myself to vomit
I am choking, I am dying, I am dead,
Hope is going away, my hope is dying with my soul….
I am dead….
Being Raped…
I was innocent, I was pure, I was a child
I didn’t know any better
He touched me first with his mind then with his evil soul then
With his finger
His tongue
It felt good, I liked it, I didn’t know what I was feeling
But I knew what he was doing was wrong
He was a grown up I looked up to him
He told me he was going to tickle my tushy and lick it and give me energy
Every-time he tucked me in bed and I questioned him
He said, “I’m giving you energy;” don’t tell anyone
I blocked it out most of my life
It delayed my studies, it parylyzed me
When I had sex for the first time I was raped
Michael Dinowitz raped me
I was only 6 years old
BY ANONYMOUS
Anxiety…….
A choking feeling takes over ones mind, one’s body, one’s soul…
This choking feeling wraps around my neck, my lungs, my esophagus, my abdominal area, my intestines, my bladder, my brain, my life…
All the events that led to this choking feeling run around and around my head in circles,
I try to make sense of everything, I try to make decisions, but this choking feeling doesn’t go away
I am nauseaus, so nauseaus inside that I want to take my finger and put it against my uvula and force myself to vomit
I am choking, I am dying, I am dead,
Hope is going away, my hope is dying with my soul….
I am dead….
Being Raped…
I was innocent, I was pure, I was a child
I didn’t know any better
He touched me first with his mind then with his evil soul then
With his finger
His tongue
It felt good, I liked it, I didn’t know what I was feeling
But I knew what he was doing was wrong
He was a grown up I looked up to him
He told me he was going to tickle my tushy and lick it and give me energy
Every-time he tucked me in bed and I questioned him
He said, “I’m giving you energy;” don’t tell anyone
I blocked it out most of my life
It delayed my studies, it parylyzed me
When I had sex for the first time I was raped
Michael Dinowitz raped me
I was only 6 years old
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A Poem By Anonymous Violent images reign free Filling my head Visiting me in nightmares Shocking me into vivid flashbacks Some are too sharp, too strong They pass the test of time Challenging the capacity of the conscious To forget, to heal Let them line up Each patiently waiting their turn For one day their edges will blur One image will become part of the next Disjointed fragments Creating a hazy recollection Stuck in the corners of the mind Pockets of empty memories Like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle Their darkness will fade away their brightness shall if the picture should contain no light Let it sink into oblivion Never to be remembered I will shake the shadow of darkness That has been cast over my life Commit these visions to words Allow them a physical space That can be passed into history No longer locked inside me Give them their autonomy The validation they deserve Live happily outside me No longer haunt me These demons are no more mine I have released them They hold no control over me I have loosened their power over me I have set myself free |
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Two songs by an anonymous reader.
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Please Click To Listen JEWISH KINDERLACHPlease Click To Listen SHMULI LEARNS A LESSON |
I WISH FOR A DAY WHEN ALL JEWISH CHILDREN ........
BY NH
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be safe.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be safe on the streets.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be safe in their homes.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children…
… will be safe from sex offenders.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will know that all Jewish sex offenders are locked up in prison.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be educated on sexual abuse.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be taught about stranger danger and neighbor danger.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be taught and aware of family danger.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be educated on good touch vs. bad touch.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will know what to do in a potentially unsafe environment/situation.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… won’t be abused, whether physically, emotionally, verbally, or sexually.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… won’t have to worry about any of these things happening to them.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be able to protect themselves.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will have the power to say NO!
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will have no more nightmares.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will have no more flashbacks.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be able to stand up for themselves.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… won’t be robbed of their innocence.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… won’t be robbed of their childhoods.
I wish for a day when all Jewish children...
… will be proud to say that they are Jewish.
I wish for a day…
