It all started when she was so small,

she was just nine, barely a girl,

she had a loving friend oh so dear,

who she thought was her one and all.

As she grew young, he'd always be near,

with him she was happy, it was quite clear,

he was her uncle and she was his niece,

she never noticed in his eyes his leer.

One day, on his cheeks, she gave a kiss,

her favorite person she didn't want to miss,

he looked around, found no one in sight,

and grinned, for he'd been waiting was this.

He took off her clothes and turned off the light,

she was raped, in her house that night.

Poor she didn't understand what he just did,

she was just NINE, she thought he was right.

After five years, when she was no more a kid,

he one day came back, she was reminded,

that she had been raped, violated and abused,

she was depressed and cried and she hid.

She hated herself cuz' she had been used,

not only her body, her soul was bruised.

She had been scarred for all of her life,

what to do next? She was confused.

She gathered her courage and took a knife,

and tried to end her so precious life.

"I'm sorry", she said, but was it her fault?

she slit her wrist and ended her strife.

She was a child, but he was an adult.

It wasn't suicide, it was an assault.