Scared to Death

I walk alone,
the streets at night.

but in the dark people hide,
very bad people.

they see me walking on the street,
they run toward me and grab me.

they drag me behind the fire station,
a throw me down on hard, cold concreat.

they rip my shirt and try to rip my skirt,
so they could rape me and then kill me.

i scream off the top of my lungs,
for someone to help me.

only one person heard,
but by the time he came it was too late to stop them from rapeing me.

but he stoped them from killing me,
by taking out his knife and scaring them away.

now every time i am walking alone,
i think of that night and that is what makes me scared to death