My Dark Childhood

My Dark Childhood

A Story by Scarlett D. Freeman

Sad broken alone only at 5 yrs old I was taken from my home seperated from everything everybody all I had know. Why wasn't I loved, am I worthless useless all I feel is numb. 4 sisters and a mom ALL GONE! you see, you see it's only me now ONLY ME !beaten molested hit tortured 6 YRS?no one to protect me. Sorry now I'm a bit messed up. 34 yrs old, it's still fresh within me. Pain that WILL NEVER! go away, pain that's ALWAYS! with me. I hated myself, I was USELESS! PATHETIC! and UGLY! I had to learn how to fight, too young age to be. The other two boys they were nasty older and mean. Foster mother was a NASTY! EVIL! gnarled up old crone. Whip and lash you, she would enjoy down to the bone. A Crackling laugh, like a witches brew. A child lost BROKEN! bruised ALONE! shattered DESTROYED!, yet here I stand. I'm still here. I win. You lose

© 2025 Scarlett D. Freeman


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Added on February 12, 2025
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Scarlett D. Freeman
Scarlett D. Freeman

Brevard, NC



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34 years old. Transgender female. I wrote poems and short stories. In the middle of making a short story book. Written in prose poem form with Gothic literature into a short story. more..

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