Lonely by Akon

My abuse started when I was six, it started with my dad taking pictures of me at bath times only. He was allowed to bathe me and have anything to do with me.
That went on for one year.

Then he decided to go a step farther and get me to touch him, work him up to a erection, masturbate over me and make me clean it up.
That went on for most nights before he would start touching me in privite places and I still had to work on him. After a while he would enter me and have sex but always masturbated over me. When I was 8 he brought my two brothers into the act they would watch and see what my dad do to me then he would tell them to do the same and they would, my oldest brother would have sex with me first then my younger brother would do the same. My dad always made sure they did it right the first time.

That went on most nights, my brothers first then he would send them to bed and he could then do what he wonted. He had sex with me any way he could. He did not care. I had to blank out my mind and make sure I was not there mentally at the time he was abusing me to lessen the pain and hurt. It went on until I was 15 years old then it stopped.
My mother was no better she would not have anything to do with me and did not take care of me.
She used to mentally abuse me, anything that was wrong was always me, shout at me, throw things at me and hurt me some days very badly. Which would start trouble and always be my fault, noone wanted me as a child.
  I had to be an adult by the age of six and be treated as an adult.

As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the waves disturbeth him not. He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune drop at his feet. In the instant of danger, the courage of his heart sustaineth him; and the steadiness of his mind beareth him out.
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