It makes me wonder… If I kept fighting him off, if I kept screaming, if I kept trying to get help, what would of happened to me? What would he of done to me? Would he have gotten rid of me in a way where I would of never came back? Would he of killed me? Would he of buried me in his back yard? Would anybody ever found me? Or would he of kidnapped me, and kept me there for his own use? What would of happened if I didn’t keep calm and it got worse? Is he even capable of that? Was I provoking him? Did I tempt him? Is it all my fault? Or if I kept fighting would he of just stopped? And it would of never ended like that? What would of happened to me? I thought he was my friend? I thought he cared about me? And then he raped me. Why am I scared now? Why has it taken this long for me to actually realise what’s happened to me? It was 4 years ago and now it effects me? Shouldn’t I be dead right now? Or am I supposed to be here?





i like this but i don’t fully understand it…


you don’t understand how sad this is. each adult is a cross, and each child has been crucified by said cross. 

  • the priest (i assume he’s a priest, correct me if i’m wrong) killed the little boy in one way or another, probably rape, which is common among corrupted clergy men. 
  • the tourist comes to an overcrowded, poverty stricken country, taking up any and all resources that could have gone to the little native girl
  • the soldier comes to fight for his country, but ends up killing the innocent girl, probably in her village.
  • the little boy dies under the doctor’s knife
  • the man kills the little girl in a school shooting (represented with the uniform)
  • the “fat” kid is killed by obesity caused by a fast food epidemic in america, most commonly mcdonald’s, shown by ronald mcdonald himself. 

this is /haunting/ to look at. children can die at anyone’s hand. even the “heros”