Scribbled in a diary that no one will read...

In the few years that I'd known you...I'd grown to think of you as family. I'd trusted you...welcomed you into my home, my little world. You broke my trust. I wasn't old enough to understand...or was I naive? I didn't know what it was...all I knew was that my heart didn't allow me to go near you. My brain cried a warning signal. You scared me. And your fear silenced me. I don't even remember how I lived through the nightmares. Probably my brain thought it wise to wipe off the agony. But time doesn't heal. These wounds reopen everytime I remember your face. I cringe. I squirm. I fight. I live.

Sometimes I wonder how YOU live with it.