Never Forgotten

I was only eight when it began
Late at night, when I was alone.
You preyed on my innocence and my trust.
How did I know that it was wrong?

You did things so horrible to me,
My soul and body were bared.
What you did to that little girl
Left me feeling alone and scared.

You said it was to show your love
By taking my body for your use.
But now I know that what happened to me
Wasn't love; it was abuse.

All the dirty things you did to me
Won't wash away with rain.
Nothing on earth will rid my heart
Of this neverending pain.

I hope that you hurt as much as I do,
Or do you even remember what you did?
Nothing will make up for the pain you caused
When I was just a kid.

The physical scars you put on my body
Have since healed with time.
But my pain still shows on the outside
Whenever the child inside of me starts to cry.

That little eight year old girl
Had to grow up way too soon.
And all of the hurt and pain that you have caused
Will always be remembered, like a flower that forever blooms.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

She Walks

She walks along this lonely street
no one to dry her tears
massage her tired feet
or calm ever present fears

Seeing life through tainted heart
making everything gray
Alone, her life, anew to start
Always searching for a way

But life goes on no matter what
That fact she cannot quell
Memories ne'er to be forgot
Within her heart they dwell

So she keeps walking this lonely street
Keeps searching to find her way
Every night she lies down to sleep
And prays tomorrow's a better day

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Remembrance

She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?

She remembers it all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?

She remembers it all,
His arms around her and
He said "I love you," but did he really?

She remembers it all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?

She remembers it all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared, but did they really?

But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand
How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

Muhsin John Kurishingal