cemetary
Contributed by
hardcoreputa
on
Friday, 24th October 2003 @ 01:07:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I’m lying in the middle of a cemetary,
I fear that soon I will have my own grave.
I'm covered in blood, it seeps from every part of me.
I can barely move now, everything hurts,
I just want someone to come help me.
I’ve been here for a while now,
But no one seems to notice.
Every so often, a car goes by, but they never stop.
I wonder if they see me, are they too busy to care?
Its getting pretty dark, its gatta be around 2:00am
I just keep playing it all back in my head,
Trying to figure out what I should have changed.
It started off as just another fight,
He was p!ssed off, I lost his goddamn remote,
Its hard to think this all started over the ficking tv,
He could have just changed it by hand,
But no, he had to ficking b!tch about it.
He kept hitting me, over and over, bashing my head.
-Ficking B!stard-
Anyway, I went to my mother, but she was no help,
She always takes his ficking side.
As it continued, I was able to get away to my room,
But he wouldn’t just let it go,
He punched his fist through the door,
But before he could get in, I jumped out my window.
It was probably around 9:00,
I know this because he wanted to watch The Simpsons.
Anyway, none of this is all too special,
We always get into fights like this.
But this time, as I was walking,
I saw this beat up old car…
I have to try hard to remember,
People are going to want to know,
I think it was white, with some grey paneling,
Well, there was this guy in the car,
At first I thought he was nice,
He stopped and asked if I was all right,
He offered me a ride,
But I refused, I had no where to go.
Well he parked his car,
And told me he would walk with me,
Just to make sure I was safe… ironic…
I remember he kept complimenting me asking:
“So what’s a hott, sexy girl doing out here?”
We talked a little, mostly just pointless stuff,
I wasn’t really scared until I mentioned I was 10,
He said I couldn’t be, my tits were too big,
I must be 15, at least…unless I stuff
At that he started touching me,
He said he just wanted to see if they were real.
I tried to keep him off, but it just made him try more.
He pushed me up against a tree,
And he took my hands and held them around the tree.
My shirt was ripped off; my pants pulled down,
My screams were never heard,
And my attempts to break free were unsuccessful.
I screamed until he pulled out his knife.
I was so scared…in fact I’m still scared.
I figured it would be all right if I could keep him out of me,
As he tried to get in, I clenched all my muscles,
Tried to close my hole, to keep him out,
It worked for a while,
God it hurt so much,
But the harder I fought, the harder he tried.
He cut the inside of my thigh,
I opened my legs from the pain, but only for a split second,
But he still got in,
And once he was in, I couldn’t get it out.
Every time I would start screaming again, he would cut me.
At times I thought I would faint from the pain,
But then he would grind into me,
And wake me up with another rush of pain.
I just wanted it to end,
But now that he’s gone I'm not better.
Anyway, the pain, as he pumped,
It hurt so much,
When he finally left I crawled over here,
Where these ***** cars just pass me by
I wish I had never lost his remote,
Maybe then we wouldn’t have fought,
And I wouldn’t be here, with this pain.
I wish my parents cared enough to come look for me,
I wish I didn’t put myself in this position,
I just wish I could make this pain go away.
I see a car up ahead, it looks like it will stop…
I cry out the loudest moan I can make,
I feel so weak right now.
I used so much energy just to cry for help
I see the car slowing down,
Finally, someone will help---
They didn’t stop
Still no help,
I’m too weak to cry out again-
I think I’m-
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