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The Truth about the Lies: The Rape
She wanted to end it between them.
She wanted the pain to stop.
The hurt.
The bruises.
What he did to her when she didn't listen.
She looked up at him.
He intimidated her so much.
He leaned over her, he wanted her body.
She shook her head, and told him that she wanted it to be over.
He said no and pushed her on the bed.
She looked up at him, fear in her eyes.
She pushed him away from her and tried to get away.
But he grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her down.
She couldn't move.
He took off her clothes.
She tried to scream.
But no one heard, no one cared.
She tried to get him to stop.
But he didn't listen.
He buried himself forcefully inside of her.
She screamed.
She cried.
She wanted the pain to end.
He held her down, feeling her from the inside.
She didn't want it.
She didn't love him.
She didn't want to be with him.
Not like this.
Not with force.
Why wasn't anyone here?
Why didn't anyone care?
Poor little virgin.
Poor little girl.
She cried alone in the dark.
And nobody knew.
Nobody knew what he did to her.
And what he would do again.
That he would hold her down.
That he would bury himself inside of her.
Stab her sensitive tissue between her legs with--
The brush handle.
The screw driver.
His fingers.
The hook, pulling her clitoris back
And making her hate herself for the rest of her life.
And still no one noticed.
These were things that wouldn't leave behind serious injuiries?
Why didn't anyone notice?
Why didn't anyone care about her?
I did.
I cried when she cried.
I help her when she needed to be held.
I sacrificed everything for her.
She never showed gratitude for it.
I wish that this didn't happen to her, if it did.
I wish that she didn't lie so much, but she does.
Was anything she said the truth?
I don't know.
But I'm going to ask the guy who did this to her.
See what he says.
Maybe he'll tell the truth.
He could just as easily lie.
That would explain one of the people she learned it from.
Oh no wait that was her parents-- That's a lie right there.
Beause how they treat her is the total definition of parents.
Seems I got distracted from the subject that I started with.
Her screams.
Her fear.
Her pain.
Where's the proof?
And why couldn't she keep her story straight?
I don't know.
Let's ask her.
So why?
She wanted the pain to stop.
The hurt.
The bruises.
What he did to her when she didn't listen.
She looked up at him.
He intimidated her so much.
He leaned over her, he wanted her body.
She shook her head, and told him that she wanted it to be over.
He said no and pushed her on the bed.
She looked up at him, fear in her eyes.
She pushed him away from her and tried to get away.
But he grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her down.
She couldn't move.
He took off her clothes.
She tried to scream.
But no one heard, no one cared.
She tried to get him to stop.
But he didn't listen.
He buried himself forcefully inside of her.
She screamed.
She cried.
She wanted the pain to end.
He held her down, feeling her from the inside.
She didn't want it.
She didn't love him.
She didn't want to be with him.
Not like this.
Not with force.
Why wasn't anyone here?
Why didn't anyone care?
Poor little virgin.
Poor little girl.
She cried alone in the dark.
And nobody knew.
Nobody knew what he did to her.
And what he would do again.
That he would hold her down.
That he would bury himself inside of her.
Stab her sensitive tissue between her legs with--
The brush handle.
The screw driver.
His fingers.
The hook, pulling her clitoris back
And making her hate herself for the rest of her life.
And still no one noticed.
These were things that wouldn't leave behind serious injuiries?
Why didn't anyone notice?
Why didn't anyone care about her?
I did.
I cried when she cried.
I help her when she needed to be held.
I sacrificed everything for her.
She never showed gratitude for it.
I wish that this didn't happen to her, if it did.
I wish that she didn't lie so much, but she does.
Was anything she said the truth?
I don't know.
But I'm going to ask the guy who did this to her.
See what he says.
Maybe he'll tell the truth.
He could just as easily lie.
That would explain one of the people she learned it from.
Oh no wait that was her parents-- That's a lie right there.
Beause how they treat her is the total definition of parents.
Seems I got distracted from the subject that I started with.
Her screams.
Her fear.
Her pain.
Where's the proof?
And why couldn't she keep her story straight?
I don't know.
Let's ask her.
So why?
Published 23rd Mar 2012
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23rd Mar 2012 11:41am
Anonymous
- Edited 16th May 2018 7:35pm
23rd Mar 2012 1:11pm
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shivers down my fucking spine the whole way.... it is a good poem, but those are the wrong words for my comment
25th Mar 2012 10:12pm
one hand she could beh telling the complete honest truth, & blocks out things, so she says other things to replace what she blocked out bc its hard to rememeber such horriable things, on the other hand, she could be telling a lie just so people would notice her. honestly you dont no.. the right thing to do is call her out on it. & comfront the "man". just a poem or truth in your life, this is my honest opinion.
25th Mar 2012 10:23pm
I have confronted the man that did this to her. he says that she's lying, and with her I don't know if she's lying or not. She never really told the truth to me so why would I believe anything she ever says to me ever again.
22nd May 2012 4:10pm
you can't live in between loving her and leaving her alone. you'll just get tired running around to find the truth.get your feet on solid ground before you throw her a line.(a person who is drowning panics and always tries to pull you down with them).
