Why?


Why did you hurt me?
Why did you lie?
Why did you say those things to me?

You said that you loved me.
You said that you cared.
Were all those words just words?

You wanted to be my daddy.
You said so, you did.
But my dad never hurt me like you did.

Did things, said things.
All these things hurt.
Even as you made me believe in you.

Let other people hurt me.
Do things, say things.
And you took money from them.

Why didn't you protect me?
Why didn't you stop him?
Why did you take pictures at all?

Promised you'd throw them away.
Burned them in front of me.
Told me you didn't know how far it'd go.

Lies, lies, that's all you told me.
Lies that you made me believe.
And left me feeling like I was nothing.

You lied to me, used me,
Hurt me, and now
All I can ask is why.


Little Scot (age 11-12)

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