I honestly cant help but write.

Its the only thing I can escape too in the middle of the night when my head aches and my legs shake from the nightmare that im scared that I might have and never wake up the next moring. 

When no one will listen to your small voice screaming for help in a southern family of 20, its kinda hard to "keep it in" like most parents would tell there children. 

I just cant do that .. 

When those warm hands who once "helped" and "protected" became the coldest thing you felt going up the middle of your thigh that night when mommy had.. just a little to much to drink.

Noone hears you, no one can see you, not even believing 

so again I say. I cant help but to write .. 

-Erin Wooten