hes still living breathing

he still owns his shop he still lives he still breathes he breathes the same air as me he lives in the same town as me i still see him he still smiles but at night i still cry i was nine or ten when what cant be replaced was taken from me i cried through it all right now i fall with in myself im feeble im weak mother of mine has no idea i lost "it" she would kill me if she knew father would scream and shout his temper would be lost at me i would proberly be grounded i would have to hide my bruises in the end my friend the victim looses