incest stories

MY SHAME

I need someone to help me, someone to make me bleed,
Someone to put my childhood back, someone to plant the seed.

To help erase the anger put forth here by a man,
To let my wounds heal to let my voice become a stand.

To shout out to the other kids that this didnt have to be,
That this shouldve never happened to them or let alone
to me.

I never ask for him to touch me or call me his special girl,
Oh how now it sickens me to know that he thought I was his world.

The way he use to look at me with those cold and empty eyes,
How he would tell how he loved me and than feed me a bunch of
lies.

They would penetrate my soul as he penetrated me,
And with each stab of his penis, the devil I could see.

My body did all it could do to swallow up the blame,
To hide me from the guilt and cover up my shame.

Though I am just a child living my life in hell,
I prayed a silent prayer that someday hed go to jail.

But I am the one, who paid the price of his almighty sin,
So will someone wake me up before this happens to me again?

Cause each night I lay my head down to slip off into sleep,
I pray to God for my soul forever will he keep.

As I know its not my fault but somehow it seems it is,
As with each breath I take I know that it is his!

I have to close my eyes now, for the pain is too unreal,
As he forces his self inside me, I pretend not to feel.

I grasp a hold of the bed sheets as tears stream down my face,
I know that God is crying too, as my innocence fall from grace.

I am screaming so loud on the inside youd think someone
could hear,
I am so over taking youd think theyd smell my fear.

But my cries go unheard of and my wounds go unseen,
As I wait to see what the daylight will bring.

But here I am and he is too in the silence of the moonlight,
As the devil takes his turn with me in the middle of the night.

Why should I be the one that has to carry the guilt?
When around my body there is a cage that he slowly helped
me build.

My mommy tried to help me but there was nothing she could
do,
As I began to blame her for all he put me through.

I knew it wasnt her fault just as I knew it wasnt mine,
But when he decided to take me, her I could not find.

I begged for her to save me, I even screamed her name,
And like the many times before, still she never came.

I cant forget what was done; I cant even forget his face,
I cant forget the pain or where it all took place.

Now I have to learn to live again knowing this was my father,
What I want to know is, how can he keep living knowing that
he did this to his daughter?

Unpublished Copyright '04(c)
M.C.