No matter how much they scream
"don't move!"
(even though you know the consequences)
it's impossible not to panic
when you literally feel scared to death.
The room was always so bright and clean,
always so white, and... clean!
It just made it all the worse
when I saw all of the blood.
They played and played,
then played again,
why wasn't once enough?
Then suddenly I screamed out loud,
as excruciating pain burned through my body;
the worst pain I have ever, ever felt!
No one seemed to know why,
or what to do,
but they all seemed as scared
and as shocked as me!
The blood continued pouring out
from between my legs -
triple the amount than usual!
I just screamed and screamed,
and screamed,
until I passed out.
"Lord, can you hear me?
I don't want to die all alone."
But when I came back around,
the warning signs of anger
were playing in the background
as I heard God's angry voice.
I remember them searching
inside me with a torch,
did they take more than they planned?
But my tears and fears were still unwanted,
as they screamed at me
and beat me black and blue
for getting blood on my new shoes,
and now I must pay for what I had done.
But as a familiar fuzziness and tiredness
suddenly washed over me,
my fears were put to sleep.
And that was the first time
they must have felt guilty,
because it was the first time ever,
that they left me alone for days!
