Left and broken,
Did you care?
Ashamed and scared.
Why did you hurt me?
Abused and batterd,
That's my blood on the floor.
Slaves don't get beat this hard,
Why do you treat me like this for?
Tortured and hated,
I lay crumbled on the dirty mattress.
My hair hasn't been combed,
And I don't remember putting clean clothes on in forever.
I smell of three day old pee.
Used and betrayed,
I know how a motherless child feels.
I have nowhere to go,
No home, no help.
But what does it matter to you?
I could stay here,
And count the hours until you come back,
But I'm scared you'll beat me tonight.
"Don't hurt me," I plead with you.
But what do you hear? Nothing!!
You get what you want,
And leave me lying there.
I tried to run away,
But you found out.
A friend of your told you where I was.
"You can't hide forever, I'll eventually find you one day,"
Was all you said to me
Before it started again.
How could've i been such a fool to believe you?
Hurt+beatings don't = love.
It all adds up now in my brain.
You never loved me,
You only lied.
I'm ashamed of you,
Using me for pleasure,
When all I get is your pain.
You brought new friends over
and they played with me for awhile;
but you got mad and jealous.
"She's not yours to play with.
I stole her, get your own pet."
But did they listen? No!!!
So you joined in.
Why do you treat me like this?
Can't you see what you're doing
is killing me?
I don't get what you do out of it.
Did I hurt you to make you do this to me?
You had one guy hold me down,
While you had your way with me.
Then you took turns with them,
Using me to get rid of your pains and sorrows.
Mom and Dad must be worried about me.
They haven't seen me since the day I disappeared.
Do they still know who I am?
Do they still love me like they use to?

One day when you were at work-
A guy came to the door and asked about you.
I did as you said,
And I told him you were in the tub.
He gave me a number to give you,
And I explained that we had no phone.
"Daddy and I are too poor to get a telephone Mr. Person," I said as we rehearsed.
(I hope he won't beat me tonight..I worried in my head.)
But he didn't believe it.
We look nothing alike don't you know?
But most daughters and fathers..don't do they daddy?
He went away finally
And I went back to my daily chores.

When you sent me to the store,
Shelli was there.
I didn't tell you about her,
I thought you would find her
And take her away too.
I didn't wanna beating that night either.....
I was gonna be a good girl.
So I hoped you wouldn't find out.
I left in a hurry
But Shelli still noticed who I was.
She called the police,
And turned me in.
She had someone follow me home
(the weirdest name for the place that I hate the most now)
And get the numbers of the house and the street name.
The police came
And took you away from me and my town.

You're gone-
Your trial starts tomorrow.
But do I care?
You treated me badly,
And you deserve what you get.
"Our Story" comes on the TV,
But I turn it off.
I can't stand to look at your ugly face anymore.
The memories still haunt me.

I changed my name and identity,
And I won't testify in court.
I hope you never see the day light again.
You know what they say happens in jail.

I moved out of my quiet little town,
And I'm finished with my schooling.
It doesn't matter if you can't take away the pain,
It matters if you can put away the memories.
I've learned too many life lessons with you.
Never take anything for granted
And the nicest people can be mean too.
I know now you can't trust just anyone,
Or anything you see.
Looks are decieving,
And words hurt less than beatings.

I had a baby boy
And he is as beautiful as can be.
I named him Leslie Jacob,
But he will never know or see his father.
He is yours,
But you can't touch him.
He may be my child,
But you'll never hurt him.

Your trial got you the death sentince.
It's dark time for you.
Nightie Night
And don't let them dirt bugs bite.
I'm glad your life will end soon.
No one will get treated
The way I did, by you again.
I'm stopping it,
And making old dreams come true.
I told myself one day,
I'd be a lawyer just like you.
But I'll fight for better things,
Like justice for kidnapped victims.
They will never be done wrong again,
Cause I can defend them!

You're gone-
Death row is yours.
I watched you die,
Watched your eyes go dead.
It's amazing,
how one person can ruin your life-
But it takes a lot of people to put it back together!


**This is 100% a work of fiction. I was never kidnapped during any part of my life. I wrote this after reading a story where a young girl was abducted from her home in Ohio and wasn't returned to her family for over a year.**

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