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Statistic

Contributed by ki on Thursday, 29th November 2007 @ 01:00:55 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I didn't want it at all that day
But of course it didn't matter
I closed my eyes to block the pain
But all i heard was laughter
I thought he would never hurt me
But this day changed all of that
Tears started forming in my eyes
As I laid on my back
"You can't make me do this"
NO!!NO!!Oh God please Don't"...
He just continued to ignore me
Then he stripped off all my clothes
I screamed until my throat was dry
Then the tears streamed down my face
They came from somewhere deep inside
A sad desolate place
I tried to fight,I tried to scream
But no-one ever came
So in this cycle I was trapped,
Of predator and game
Dirty,calloused hands
Stuck their fingers deep inside me
Scraping me into pieces
With fear lying right beside me
I cried so hard my head was hurting
Exhausted, from the fighting
The experience so miserable
But for him,it was exciting
He forced himself inside of me
So hard, of course I bled
And pounded me with so much force
I wished that I were dead
Every minute in so much pain
My body became numb
Ashamed of what was happening
And of what I'd just become
When finally it ended
I slowly got up from the bed,
Couldn't walk into the bathroom
So I had to crawl instead
Locked the door behind me
And fell crying to my knees
Sittin balled up in a knot
Because it hurt too much to pee
Tears couldn't get me out of it
It was already too late
Now my sould despised this man
With so much more than hate
How will I live thru this?
I ask myself once more
No time to gather up my thoughts
Still naked on the floor
I dressed myself,but not with ease
And began my journey home
The statistic I had just become
Made me feel much more alone
So, I lost my self-esteem that day,
My self-respect and pride
And I only live to tell this story
Because most of me has died.....

Copyright © ki ... [ 2007-11-29 01:00:55]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Statistic (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Thursday, 29th November 2007 @ 03:51:56 PM AEST
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wow....this will prove to be an eye opener to many...sometimes it's the ones you think least likely to ever hurt you....yet people wonder why we close ourselves off and lock up our hearts, and forget how to trust...this is a perfect example of why....

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