There's Something About It

There's something about it,
A small hand reaches up to be held...
Only to be hit.
There's something about it,
The silent screams that never seem to end...
And then she's hit again.
There's something about it,
He surely can't hear me, my screams go only inside...
He must know ...so he hits again.
There's something about it,
It's too quite now...
He's probably getting ready to hit again.
There's something about it,
He didn't hit me again, but I wish he would...
Only this could be worse.
He reaches down to undo my shirt...
He reaches down to undo my pants...
Oh please don't do it again,
daddy please don't do it again.
So, there I lay on a bed of dead leaves
deep in the forest,
No one would find us and no one would hear us,
What would I do?

I'm naked now and he takes off his shirt,
Then his hand moves down to unbotton his pants.
I'm only 12 years old, but it's not the first time...
A tear escapes out the corner of my eye.
He lay's down beside me at first to stroke my breast,
Which were developing well by now.
With one leg on top of mine he held me down;
His penis rest against my side
And I could feel his pulse racing faster than mine...
Then it was time.
He rolled over on top of me and I couldn't breath,
Then the pain came as he inserted his penis inside me
And I forgot that I couldn't breath
because it hurt so bad...
In and out...in and out...
The pain only got worse...
In and out...in and out...
It seemed to go on for hours and hours.
The pain was so bad I thought I would die,
Then he stopped, rolled over on the ground next to me
And I lay crying, uncovered and cold;
As I lay there in shame, it began to softly rain.
I tried to rise to my feet to re-dress
but I couldn't move,
My whole body was numb,
But deep inside I could feel the pain
that would never end.
He stood and re-dressed himself
and then he dressed me.
To sore to walk, he carried me
and set me upon my horse,
I only screamed and moved so I was laying across it
But still being able to hold on.
He must have enjoyed seeing me in so much pain,
Maybe that's why we rode bare-back that day.
As we rode nearer the house I sat up,
Clinched my teeth and prayed we could get off soon...
But instead he made me ride to the barn
to help put the horses away.
The pain was so bad that when I came down on my feet,
I fell to the ground.
He yelled for me to get up or he'd hit me again...
I was no fool, so I rose to my feet
and turned to walk away;
Once in a day was enough for me,
But then I felt the horses rein fly across my back
and it all started again.

He told me that if I ever told anyone,
Especially my mother,
I would die.
So I lied, and lied and just kept lying.
The only way I wanted to die was by my own hand;
Not his.
Soon, real soon I would find a way to kill myself
And only he would know why.
There's something about it,
My dad's gentle hand
I never knew.
There's something about it,
My mother's love
I never found.
There's something about it,
INCEST...It can make you feel alone.
But you are not alone,
There are many others in the world going through it too...

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