The reason why she cried You touched her every night, Every time she cried. She couldn't utter the words So her tears asked why. She had no comprehension Of sex as it should be, Or would mean If she had never been molested. All she knew was all she felt. And she only ever felt Pain. Pain that started between her thighs. Exploded inside. Sending shockwaves through her body That flowed through her veins Then Into her mind. She'd tightly shut her eyes With the hopes that she might fly To a happier place. But she had no wings. At night she found no peace in sleep Because she knew that you were coming. During the day She cried, she was hopeless and tired. She saw no way To escape perverse reality To escape mental and physical agony. Sometimes I'd see her happy, Tears would cease. But the escape was only temporary, She sought a permanent release. She was fourteen when she died. From the age of nine, She had kept this secret inside. Till she was bold enough to devise A plan for suicide. Left a letter telling why So we would know why she cried. This girl died Three years ago but still today, We cry. I cry. Our tears ask you why You touched her.