Innocent eyes and sweet laughter, now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight, Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere, holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood, sweat, on my clothes
Hatred, confusion, disgust
Night after night, week after week, year after year
No longer a child, only an object
Silence, no dreams, no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue, goodness, happiness gone
Childhood stolen, innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone, the child is dead
Nothing else remains.