In a Dark Room I Sit

Posted by Admin on September 3, 2012

Sexual Abuse Molestation PTSD Post-traumatic Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Syndrome Incest Childhood Recovery Dissociation Therapy Poetry Poems Self-help Healing Overcoming Mental Abuse Physical Abuse In a dark room I sit,
Alone, sad, crying, but why?
I know I was there,
I thought, I would die.

So many things in my life falling apart,
The days were always dark.
My tears fell so often,
My happiness was stark.

There were days the tears did not come,
But there was still no sun.
Always there in my mind,
Some things so painful, and unkind.

How do you explain to someone?
The feelings of that child,
Who has no clue of what she’s seen.
Nor what she has been.

I knew something was wrong.
It just didn’t feel right,
Like waiting for the shoe to drop,
just wanting it all to stop!