This is the story of when I was eight years old. I'm now 20, and I still remember every second. The whispers, the touches, the way he lies. I want to tell it to you, because I think I can never tell it to the people I know. Forgive me, but my heart is cold. I need help, but no one knows. Sing to me, the song you wrote. So that my childhood can be retold.All Rights Reserved