you were stripped away from me when i was only nine.
taken away by someone that was supposed to love me.
i didn't tell.
i didn't dare speak of it.
not because you weren't important,
but because i couldn't bare to have any of the words
roll off of my tongue.
simply because of the fact that the only ones
that were scratching at the back of my throat was
'somehow, someway,
this is  your  *fault.'