It is one more night. There is no light when you Come in to do the things you do Things that I don’t want to. I don’t mean to taunt you To encourage you to touch, To touch my secret parts. That makes me feel *****. You say I act flirty and that’s why, But it makes me cry. I wish you won’t want to play This awful game again today That you will go play it With Mommy. Maybe she likes it. I already know I won’t. Daddy, please don’t.
Don’t get on your knees Beside my bed and touch my head And tell me I am pretty like a girl. It makes my head whirl with fear. You tell me no tears, keep quiet And I try it, but it never works When you **** down my unders And I feel your fingers blunder All around on me. And inside me. It’s nasty.
Daddy, please don’t do it. I knew it was wrong the first time And I know I’m the reason And you say you are pleasing me And you mean it lovingly But it is hurting me inside. That’s why I always cried Even though it made you mad I couldn’t help myself, Daddy It hurt so badly, and you didn’t care. You told me not to dare to tell Or I would go to hell. That I was a bad little boy. You didn’t have to tell me Because nobody will help me.
This is NOT autobiographical, but is a gestalt of ****** friends of mine have gone through and shared with me.