Please Help Me

When I Was 4 I Remember Walking On Paving Avoiding The Cracks Living In The Moment With A Nice Clear Mind. Grandma Looked After Me While My Mother Worked. When I Was 7 Life Changed When My Mother Married Someone She Hardly Knew. I Am Taken To Hell To Live With Them. I Believe In Hell. It Was At Number 34. There Was No Grown-Up To Stop The Deluge Of Abuse. A Blanket Is Thrown Over My Mind And I Hide Under It. Worry And Anxiety Have Seeped Into My Soul And There They Stay. At Sixteen I Think I Have Been Clever To Get Pregnant So I Can Marry And Get Away But I Am Trapped. I Worry About What Is Happening With My Half-Sisters. At Twenty My Mind Is Not Coping And I Urgently Need Someone To Help Me But There Is Still No One To Turn To. That'S The Day A Visitor Enters My Kitchen And Lets Me See Something Beyond My Wildest Imagination. Can I Tell You About It? Every Word Is True. Through My Future Life Struggles I Am Told I Can Contact The Visitor For Help Anytime. And I Do. Often.