*possibly triggering* WARNING CONTAINS SOME DISTURBING CONTENT
As I wake, I look around.
This isn't my bed, why are my hands bound?
I struggle with all my might,
till my wrists start to bleed, what an ugly sight.
My hair ruffled, make up smeared
A man walks in, looks at me and sneers.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
He warns me, telling me what to do.
I scream for help and he walks over.
Kicking me, punching me. He slowly bends over.
Listen little girl and listen well.
I don't want you to scream or yell.
He pushes me onto the bed and I cry.
He slaps me across the face, near my eye.
Spread your legs, you dirty slut.
He grabs my knees as my legs slam shut.
He grabs my ankles and chains them apart.
He reaches for his zipper, I freeze with a start.
He pants fall down to the floor with a thud.
He paces in front of me, acts like a stud.
He positions himself in front of me.
Shoves in deep as he can, owwie.
I feel my skin tear as he pushes in again.
Makes me bend over, takes me from my other end.
He slowly gets up and looks my way.
Don't tell anyone about today.
If look could kill I'd surely be dead.
Lying here on this strangers bed.
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PoesiThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
