My determination to the name I've sworn to protect

My determination to the victim name I've sworn to protect.
A declaration I've sworn to my very end.
They said it's a family thing and I shouldn't interfere.
Who are we really empowering when the victim's story goes unsaid?.
It'll bring shame to the family they said.
So they made me swear secrecy instead.
Can someone please tell me,
From this monster how am I different?.
This is a question I can't seem to get out of my head.

Another crime swiftly slid under the carpet.
Another injustice money and power put to bed.
My tongue cut to a silence so I can never tell.
Yet from depression I wasn't spared.
Depression from her memories ashed forever in my head.
I saw her suffer till it tolled her to suicide.
If I remain silent aren't I the same as the reasons that caused her death?

Ever since that time I've been filled with hate and regret.
Every night feeding my rage with plots of revenge.
But somewhere deep in me I know justice is something she'll never get.
Thoughts of suicide now plague my head.
I too now suffer in silence,
Because of a secret I've sworn to protect.
From her how am I any different?
Have I too granted him unlimited power to the things he can get?.
Am I a victim or the perpetrator when I remain silent?

Every day I enjoy the life she couldn't get.
Then I lie to myself and say this is the things she would like me to have.
How is it possible for her to want me to have something she couldn't have?
I'm selfish in my nature now I know that.
I allowed her name to be forgotten as her body is swallowed by dirt.
Every bit of happiness I posses is something I don't deserve.
Since I'm no different from the monster that lead her to her death.
A monster that made her suffer in silence,
Into this monster I've turned.
Because of my determination to the name I've sworn to protect.