Why? Why me?
I did nothing wrong. I am little. Too little to understand what I did wrong.
It hurts. It hurts all over. But now I am numb. Too numb to feel the pain my father caused.
Why? Why me?
I cry. I cry loud. But I know the more I cry the more pain I will feel. You heard the screams through the thin walls of our apartment. But no one came to help.
We go to the grocery store. And people stare. They see the tears in my eyes. But no one said a thing.
I can't speak. I am to scared to talk. Not allowed to tell.
Now I am scarred. Scarred for life MENTALLY, PHYSICALLY, AND EMOTIONALLY.
Why? Why didn't you help me? Help me before it is too late!
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