I know why this was done to me.  

The loss of hope and energy. A dark place where no light shall come out.

I know why this was done to me.

The fade of light and then no sight. Dead but not gone and so carried on. No thought just rot.

I know why this was done to me.

Alone but not left. Tired but still fought. Just blank and empty.

I know why this was done to me.

Neglect but some how still love. Forgotten and never acknowledged. Bruised inside and out.

I know why this was done to me.

To be made strong and not shed a tear. Wear armor over my frightning fears. Could never be tampered but always still there.

I know why this was done to me.