Child-AbuseAwareness

Why must family hurt one another with dreadful words building up anger and resentment as each day goes by. Breaking down each other still they can no longer feel any love in fear of it being squashed and thrown aside met with only hateful remarks bye and bye. Yet these people are told to hide away in order not to inflict pain on the person who caused them the endless torment. For they are family and so they get a free pass as many would say but they have gone astray for what the family do often hurt more even without a blow. Even children who are often cast aside experience this pain and they can not getaway for what're they to do with the parents always lurking around the corner? If it's only verbal they're often belittled children and adults alike for words don't hurt as much as stones some fools would say when in reality words can cut deeper then any wound and last much longer. Even when people of power bother to care often times the options are few some would just shoo you

A Small Child I was a small child, born into a cruel world. I was a small child, that had to grow up very fast. I had to be the strong one, with many secrets left unspoken. A small child I once was, that witnessed everything All before I turned 18. I was once a small child, scared and hid from the world. I had to hide behind this smile, where everyone saw me happy. I was a small child, who was physically abused, neglected, sexually abused... and emotionally abused, It destroyed the family, and tore my self esteem apart. I hid the pain behind this mask, nobody knew our little secret. I was once a small child, feeling alone in this world. I had no place to call home, Why did my life get this way? Crying in my room every night, so they wouldn't see me as weak. Waiting for this all to end, just to wake up and it started all over again. I was once a small child, born into this destructive world. Now that I am an adult, I am trying to break free from this burden.