How can I move on with so many questions remaining as to why me, why did my life have to end before it ever began. Will I ever recover from the abuse, am I not strong enough to pull myself through I only seek an answer to which none can be found. I am better now but some thoughts still remain, help me to question those who sought me harm. (Paraphrased from the original as to protect the individual identity.)
When you chose to touch upon that child, I wonder did you ever stop to think about their life. Have you no shame in laying upon a child the adult crimes of an insane mind.
Child abuse in the smallest form can tear apart a child’s life, love and honor. It can and will rip their very souls from their tiny bodies. Did you stop to think what has become of your life that you would inflict such a future upon a beautiful mind?
No child should ever succumb to the tortures of the abuse they face at the hands of a willing faceless monster. No matter the relation, no matter the reason, your actions placed upon a future so bright limits to which a child has no control. Did you ever see the face of the child who you abused? Did you think not of yourself but for them even if not just for a second?
No child can fight off the abuse of a mother, the neglect of the father or the sick minds of thy brothers and sisters. Nor, can they fight off the unknown of the strangers and neighbors alike. Did you ever stop to think they may remember every detail to the smallest of nature? Did you know that they looked up to you with admiration in their eyes?
The abuse of a child takes from them the very being to which we all strive. It kills the biggest and brightest parts of their soul. What may have been in their life is now replaced by the need to conquer the sins of those who came before. The challenges that all face in life become a much bigger part to the life of an abused child. Nowhere can they find solace even when it stares them in the face; solace has failed them in the past and now only conjures images of which that they must flee.
Your hands and your mind did this to that child; you robbed them of all emotion for the world to see. You stole from them what your greedy mind felt it deserved. While you banished that child to a life of misery and untold memories, you reveled in your accomplishments as though you truly deserved.
You took their very life within your hands but you cannot keep what is truly theirs. Look upon that Adult who was once a child and you will see you failed as miserably as you thought you had won. While the effects linger on, the haunting is soon to be faced by you. As you lay your head each night upon the pillow and hear the cries of your child, remember you once invoked the cries of another.
May you rest in peace for all the world to see, what has and will become of thee. They are free from the prison to which you banished them; you are left to hold the misery of nothing within your soul but plenty within your home. That child watches from within as you think no other does.
What you took was not what you will find. The child within is stronger than you first thought. The life you sought to destroy is the life you created. Stronger, Fiercer, a force to be reckoned with only before those qualified to judge the final hours of which you lost.
I’d like to welcome you to Hell where a soul finds no mercy. I asked to be here to greet you upon arrival, some saw fit for me to welcome you to your destination as you thought you saw to mine.