letter to inner child

youre 11 now, you think youre all grown up. your on your own in life, and thats such a shame. you wish daddy would stop hitting you, and that mommy wouldnt have left. your brotherssneaking in your room at night and you think its all your fault. you blame yourself for developing young. you think you deserve whats happening. you know no one will believe you because you've tried to tell before. they called you a lier and daddy just beat you some more. you close your door at night and grab a piece of glass. you cut, but then you cry because you wish you hadnt. you've od'ed on pills and put a gun to your head, wishing you had the strength to pull the trigger. but you did have strength. you had the strength to keep going, and the strength to hold your head high, despite what was happening. your still just a baby, living in a screwed up world. well if this helps you out at all, you've gotten out of there. its 4 years later now and things are still real hard. but you know your safe and you know your never going to let anyone hurt your baby like they hurt you. so arent you proud that you were strong enough to put that gun down now?