The forgotten ones are crying…
They are the hearts that are… forever broken
Torn apart by guilt and abuse
They are the victims… who have not yet spoken
Adult bodies with the fears of a child
As they deal with a past filled with hurt
They see that the world; that people have not changed
The world keeps moving just side-stepping the dirt
For there are issues that are not dealt with
No matter how many times they are brought forth
People murmur and say “how horrible”
But continue on their same path on this earth
Not able to see hands reaching out to them
Not willing to take their heads out of the clouds
Not hearing hearts breaking; souls crying in pain
Calling for someone to notice;… to speak out loud
Many victims are silenced; if only by their own minds
For fear they will cause hurt… to family and friends
They endure the abuse… for the sake of others
Days turn in to years…yet the hurt… never ends
For every victim cries out; seeking help
Be it in quiet… and subtle ways
Hoping someone will notice… will stop…
Make the fear and hurt go away.
But with every similar news story
There is only heartache… and pain
As lies, and blame and cover-ups
Are seen… again and again
And one begins to think; “what’s the use?”
I might as well face this… alone
For to bring forth… the truth
Will destroy my life, my family, my home
Until this world says …“No More!”
Is willing to face the “ugliness”; take a stand
There will always be…the “forgotten ones”
Crying in silence…with outstretched hands.
Written by TaVona Salaz Treadwell