I was 8 years old
I was allone
No one was there for me
And no one was interest for me

So I was a lonely 8 -year- old Girl

The only Person who was there for me was my brother
And my brother gaves me the love i Need

But it was still not the right
He raped me
one time
second time
third time

I stopped to Count

Now when I think about it
I feelk weak and broken
And there is nothing I can do
This Feeling don´t stop

But I know I will not cry now

Now I´m strong

And I never will cry again