Curled
curled in a ball, right in the hall
cryin
but hes touchin me anyway
he's forcing me down, thrashing and kicking all around
i kicked his face in and tried to escape
running for the door
but he grabbed my wrist
tried to hit with my fist, but missed
now he's got me trapped, got me zapped
i screamed loud as i could, just as i should
but no one comin
this world nothin
captive in a dark place, invading my space
it's the next day, and i haven't told anybody, by the way
I'm so confused, i am being abused
but if i tell, death will come
in these clean streets I'm living in a cell
please help, let me escape
****, he saw this
no no not my life
shaking all over
i held against his strength, but the knife closing in length
my consciousness diminished
my body all bloody
he wiped when he was finished
if you see/know of abuse call somebody
Copyright © Jeremy Fredde | Year Posted 2010
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