though I plead for you to go away
in my fragile mind you stay
you tear my self-made stitching apart
you leave me with a shattered heart
it is clear you know nothing of love
from the memories that push and shove
but please, before I say goodbye
can you just give me a reason why?
what excuse can you provide me
for raping me at the age of three?
for taking me into that empty shed
for all the horrid things you said
for telling me it was all a game
for leaving me with guilt and shame
for betraying your little cousin's trust
for using me to satisfy your lust
for keeping me there when I wanted to leave
for being the reason I have to grieve
so I ask you again at last
what is your reasoning, demon of the past?