Murder? Poem by Sierra Evans

Away I go,
into the endless night of death.
No one to stop me,
to hear my torturous soul screaming.
No one helped me,
when the things were happening.
He stole my childhood,
away like the ticks of a clock.
Just like he thought of it,
to him it was nothing but time.
Away goes my child hood,
murdered, raped, and stolen from me.
Bring it back,
the innocence, the truth;
the sparkle in my eye, gone now, forever.
The hatred I hold in my heart shall never leave,
but how long can it stay?
Time is nothing but ticks of a clock,
just like that night.
Ever so young,
now I have to act grown-up.
Now always feeling awkward and out of place.
Why,
oh why did you steal it?
Why would you murder something so safe?
My walls of youth have been broken,
my flower,
torn to pieces.
Why isn't it murder?
To take something so dear,
kill it,
make it disappear?