Silently Dying

She sits awake at night tears cascading from her eyes
pleading for her demise, childhood selfishly deprived.
She's been living in hell, an everlasting nightmare
where the wrong guy's always right there
with his sick mind that spikes fear
in her heart because after dark his
perverted fantasies come true;
she's the puppet and he's pulling the strings
until they're played through.

Each thrust contaminated with his lust
engulfs her with disgust and causes her to distrust.
Society's easily misled,
force smiles and they see happiness;
suffering goes unnoticed
although she's never in lack of it.
Thrusts she feels in her abdomen
destroy her inner appearance;
heart and soul relinquished
due to his sickening perseverance.

Exhausted, her life is jaded
and so the worlds beauty faded
suicide was contemplated
surprisingly the thought evaded.

Since age twelve torments been regular
as he raped and molested her
with a knife sharp and specular
she waits for him to come next to her.

Heart pounding quite like a drum
her conscience completely numb
fueled by hatred that's brewing from
the horror story her life's become.

He appears... without second guess
she lunged the knife in his chest
It's such a relief of stress
he's gasping; fighting for breaths.

As blood is filling his lungs
a nightmare his life becomes
tries screaming, only gurgles come
his eyes close and her pain succumbs.