My question is...why?

The pain I felt back then

Its still there
I cant forget
It hurts me every day,
For years, it slowly killed me
Eating me away

But, though I am not dying any longer
(since I stopped that in its tracks)
It still affects me to this day
And cuts into my flesh

Those days so long ago
They changed me to a new person
For the better, I now see right and wrong
Stronger than most

But still, the memories
Of the pain, and of the tears I shed
And of my naivety and confusion
And of that question ringing in my head:

Why?

Why are you doing this to me? Why do you hate me?

Why do you want to hurt me? Why do you laugh when I cry?

Is it funny? Am I missing something?

Why?

I was so young then
I didnt know what it meant
I didnt know why they did it
I still dont know why
And thats the question I want answered the most

My question is-

Why?