it breaks my heart

this world can be so ugly.
i am sitting in the library at uni and watching a video on child abuse (for those who don't know, i am studying social work) and it just breaks my heart that something so terrible like this can happen in our world. i think this is a huge issue that needs to be addressed in our community, and knowing that there is so much evil out there makes me want to cry.
So i want to show you a few videos and poems and examples of child abuse, and hopefully it will affect you like it did for me. and hopefully it will spark your desire to help out in your own simple way with these issues.
Sadly this is a big reason why i don't want to have children. its not that i don't love kids, but i just can't bear to bring a child into this hate filled world.


the silent child.

She sits alone in her room
and wipes away her tears
Hiding beneath the covers
so no one else hears ~
She wraps them tight around her
to shut out all her pain
Praying if there is a God
to make her safe again.

She snuggles deep into her bed
holding the covers tight
Cuddling her little teddy bear
she leaves on the light ~
She waits for the assurance
that all has gone to bed
Then settles into slumber
so she can dream instead.

She wakes at the sound of footsteps
walking down the hall
Then he stops outside her room
and opens up the door ~
She shivers with her childlike fear
as she starts to cry
Knowing what he has come here for
though she doesn't know why.

He tells her she is special
that she's his little girl
As he pulls back the covers
into her silent world ~
He says that it's their secret
the special game they play
For no one else would understand;
they'd just take him away.

She lay there in her silence
with her clothes on the floor
Trying not to think of it
as the tears slowly fall ~
She hears the clock ticking
as her mind drifts away
Her teddy bear beside her
where he also lay.

She wonders why he comes to her
in the middle of the night
When he should be with mummy
holding her so tight ~
She listens to him tell her
that she will be to blame
If anyone discovers
their special secret game.

She pulls up the covers
as he rises from her bed
Tweaking at her little nose
and kissing her forehead ~
She watches as he dresses
as he tells her once again
This is their little secret;
she mustn't say a thing.

She watches as he leaves her room
and closes the door
And listens for his footsteps
walking back down the hall ~
Then she cuddles up to teddy
and cries her silent tears
Beneath her soiled covers
so no one else can hear.

And as she lay in her silence
with her tear-filled eyes
Each time that he comes to her
a part of her dies ~
So she curls up in her bed
and hugs her teddy tight
And prays that he will never
come to her again at night.

poem by: http://www.polyvore.com/poem_silent_child/set?id=6068980

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whilst the information on this video is American, i think the imagery speaks for itself, and is so powerful.
For Australia there are many different services available and information.
if you want to know more, please check out http://www.stopchildabusenow.com.au/



Pictures by various people, found through google search 'child abuse'