"My Name Is Not Important"
A child very small not knowing what life was about; innocent from the time it was born.
Being abused in many ways as a child should not be.
And not knowing what the future will bring.
Crushing everything that a child hopes would be, not loved and being used.
Being beaten that no one would believe hurting for love that no one would give.
There is no way to describe it or tell, as no one would know unless you were there or in the child place.
The child grow older and anger and hateful.
And very mean, tearing everything up that was given and had no feelings at all.
There was no caring there was nothing.
All that was there was a blank wall that couldn’t be broken.
Nothing would matter to the child at all didn’t care what ever would be.
And didn’t even care whether that child died, it didn’t matter at all to me.
As the child said, I have nothing, so why not as there was nothing here at all there was no giving or love.
And as the child grew farther in life there was no friends or true ones that she knew.
She said my life was empty to the very pits of hell.
I didn’t know what to do I was mix up and confused.
There was no help to get over that wall that I had built up, for the hurting that was so server.
I hated everything and everyone, as I didn’t care.
There was no trust in others I kept by my self.
Alone would be better than being hurt by others.
I grew up later in my life and found someone who showed me how to break that wall down and cared.
I learned how to love, and trust and care and that all that mattered.
And all the tears that fell and all the hurting words that flew away with care.
They were gone and I could live again with out the walls that were so thick
and put them in a safe were they didn’t hurt anymore.
You see as long as the walls were there no one could get through to me.
But I was shown a true love and goodness for once in my life for all.
It was a long hill to climb harder than anyone could see but me.
But I got through it as some do and some do not.
It’s the hurting pain as a child goes through not knowing the future.
And sometime it gets tuff but facing it is better than putting those walls up and hiding away from it all.
And now I’m free climbing up that hill to the top that’s what makes me feel so free.
Knowing I don’t have to build that wall that was so thick.
Their are friends good ones at that.
As they have been in my place like that and they understand that hurting
pain that hurts so bad and now they are free.
It was a long hill to climb and no one should go through that pain that was so deep.
The person that helped me is pass away.
But I will always remember how that person helped me all the way.
Through the hurt and pain that no one should ever face.
And now I’m free of that pain that hurt me so bad.
As I will be able to face anything no matter what it will be.
Written By
Sharon Ann Cressy
September 3, 1999
Tears may fall but the truth is what matter most of all.
For what is it worth when I wrote this writing which is true!
The tears in my eyes wouldn’t not stop!
I couldn’t even see what I was writing at the time.
This is how a child feels when they have been abused.
It just might bring people to tears just like it did me when I wrote it.
Some people just do not realize what they are doing to their children!
The pain and hurt they go through in life by others hands!
People should realize that only a child goes through this but also adults go through the same thing!!!
Why did you hit me because I did something that you did not like?
I feel so alone no one to talk too no one-say hello because there are no friends only a few.
But a person may tell a friend they can trust!
How would the abuser feel if he or she was the one that was getting abused?
Instead of the person that was abused?
He or she would feel like a child!!!
Being afraid of making a mistake and getting beat for it.
People MUST CHANGE!!!!!
Written By,
Sharon Ann Cressy
Time 3:32 PM.
January 26, 2008
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