Scared and afraid. I'm all alone. No one is here or on the phone.
It's peaceful but not inside of me. Tried music and tv. Still I am feeling so lonely. Dear GOD have mercy on me. Because of that terrible scene for me I now live with PTSD. Panic attacks take over each day. Only to mess with my life in ever way. Words are no longer heard. Anger lingers in the air. Family has forgotten. I swear. Not so fast For me. She is constantly there.

Family and friends think she has gone away. Forever to stay. I won't believe a single word they say. A little thing I know now. Every one had to run. Being children of neglect made them a nervous wreck.

I will do better when Easter goes away. Only one more day. I Pray on this Easter Holiday. Where do I go to hide? No one has much to say. They have to live with what that did. I remember even though I was only a kid.

What hurts too is they gave me away and can't stand seeing my face. I'm a constant reminder of what they did. If I tell on them they would live in pity and disgrace.