HELL IS FOR CHILDREN:  

rm_Ellenback 58F
903 posts
7/31/2006 6:41 am

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HELL IS FOR CHILDREN:

Hell Is For Children by Pat Benatar
Album: Crimes Of Passion
Date: 1980


They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child

Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You're daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing

Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

No, Hell Is For Children


Sitting on a deck: dramatic neon colours of the sunset, cooling breeze, watching the North star, sizzling steaks, flaming BBQ, fluttering moths...a georgeous glass of Cabernet Franc and bowl of fresh-picked cherries beside her...all oranges, pinks, and reds that night.

Sounds drift in from far-away, but they're not - they're next door. They just seem far off as they threaten to interrupt her inner soliloquy, for it is she who has drifted.

Sudden wails echo the tableau, a childish siren, followed by the sound of flesh on flesh, slaps, thumps, even higher-pitched wails. Sotto voce: "SHUTUP OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU..."

She stands up and overlooks the patio area, seeing 3: 2-14 year old boys, and a smaller boy, about 8 years in age. They see her, and quickly hustle back the still freaking boy into the house through the doorway.

She did not say a word. Shock at the scenario witnessed incapacitated her vocal cords - "should I say something, no, they've stopped..."

Children not only duck their parents, and authorities, they must hide from their siblings, their siblings friends...no retreat, no place to be safe when you're surrounded by enemies.

Tears rain down her face: sadness at what we do to our children, how our kids are so unprotected by those that supposedly love them. Paralysed by inaction, she feels frustrated, no channels to follow, no clear paths to march down and change the ending.

I had already mentally written some of this blog, meaning to speak of my own experiences, long past, of abuse, torture, and being bullied, but my nightmare has ended. Then, as I sat scripting it in my head, this situation happened. The little boy next door is still enduring his demon.

I don't want your empathy, nor your kind words, not for me, I'm done that page in the book...instead, please pray for all the kids still going through it.

(((softboobyhugs)))

Elle



rm_Ellenback 58F
966 posts
7/31/2006 11:45 am

Thanks, DW, just sat here reading with sopping eyes some of the stories linked in your blog. Fuck! That's all I can say right now.

(((softboobyhugs)))

Elle


horny4770 60M
8158 posts
7/31/2006 1:06 pm

Elle...Because of my past I have been involved personally with a local group and with one downstate also for a number of years. I've thought about some of the stories and some of the intense and repeated abuse I've been to witness to...it just makes me sick inside. I wrote a couple of things on it but couldn't bring myself to post them. There are so many who have no idea what really goes on in those homes or how horrible it is for these helpless kids.

They always have my prayers...and a good number of tears...


angelofmercy5 58F
17881 posts
7/31/2006 1:22 pm

Elle.....this brought tears to my eyes. There often seems to be nothing to be done for some of these children. It is heartbreaking.


rm_Ellenback 58F
966 posts
8/2/2006 4:15 am

Thank you, Horny and Angel...your tears join mine.

Horny: I understand why you haven't been able to post them, but remember that this place is a good venting venue, as well as being a learning tool for many. If talking about something helps one person in some way, then it's necessary at times. By hiding our voices and shielding our thoughts we only serve to attach fear, guilt and shame to ourselves, and not to the predators, who don't feel those emotions in any case. I have a drug addict son, and had to learn the hard way the symptoms of his disease, whereas my next door neighbour also had to do all the research alone on HER son, because I didn't talk to her.

We need to talk to our village neighbours.

(((softboobyhugs)))

Elle


rm_Ellenback 58F
966 posts
8/2/2006 8:22 pm

You're so welcome Shaye, seemed selfish to write about me when there are more vulnerable ones out there.

(((softboobyhugs)))

Elle


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