Betrayed [Trigger Warning]

Please note that this does deal with a very heavy subject matter. Take caution when reading. Thank you.



You beat me.
You ruined me.
You destroyed me.
You killed me.

You betrayed me, and I don't think you deserve my love. I used to be able to say I love you, I used to mean it, even when Mommy yelled and Daddy got mad. I wanted to be with you all the time because I wanted to grow up to be strong like Daddy and good like Mommy. Now I'm here and I realize that I was wrong. Daddy is too strong, and Mommy isn't good enough. I don't think I can love you anymore.

Let me go. I don't want to stay here with you any longer. My world is dark and there's only one star. I don't want to listen to you anymore. Daddy stop yelling. Mommy stop screaming. Let me follow the star. I can't look at it because it always runs away. I want to follow it but I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't think. I don't know what anything is anymore.

Why did you hurt me? You were supposed to protect me, that was supposed to be your job. I tried to get away, I tried to cry for someone to make it stop. Mommy punched me in the eye. Daddy threw me against the wall. Fists and object thrown at me, yelling and screaming. I was your child and you turned on me. You who were supposed to protect me, care for me, provide for me. All that I knew was pain, blood, agony, betrayal.

The howling sirens are quiet to me, but I heard them. The flashing lights are distant to me, but I saw them. They tried to save me, you know, the people who came. This is not what life was supposed to be. My body lies cold in a morgue, blue, black, red. It's broken and shattered, mangled and beaten.

I am the ghost of a six year old boy.




I wanted to write this after hearing of a horrible incident that happened yesterday. The worst part of all of this is that it doesn't end. There are children and men and women who are dealing with abuse every day. Adults have the ability to walk away, children don't. Please, if you or someone you know is dealing with abuse, reach out. There are people who can help. This doesn't have to be your life, or your possible death.

Remember, there is always a way to help. It can be stopped, it can be prevented.