His fault

She was the new girl to our school.
She was the one who’d always smile at people.
The one who’s life seemed like a dream.
Until the day her friend had raped her simply.

Her parents went away for just two nights.
She asked him to come over, watch some movies.
He did without even trying to say no.
And when she said it’s time to go, he hit her.

The next, a knife had followed pressing gently to her throat.
He said, just be a good girl.
I have never planned on killing.
And hey, I’m sorry for the hitting too.
Too late, she thought, her lip was bleeding.

He started taking off her cloth, enjoying every minute.
First it was a shirt, and skirt, then followed by her bra and panties.
She stood there still, without talking.
Then cried when it was her time to take off his clothes.

She took them off; he threw her on the bed.
He got on top of her and roughly entered.
Then started slowly moving in and out.
The rhythm just getting faster while her crying getting loud.

Soon after that, which seemed to her like ages, he left, her awful nightmare finally had ended.
She lay there on her bed, her blood on sheets.
The girl had never thought her first time would’ve been like this.

Since then her life has changed.
She wasn’t the one smiling.
She was the one to cry when he passed by.
Since then, she never trusted guys, stopped talking to her friends.

The people she was dear to had suspected something’s wrong.
They tried to call her every evening.
But when she said she’s tired of them all, the phone calls stopped and now her life was empty.

Two month passed by, she started feeling weird.
Soon after that, she found out that she’s pregnant.
The kid is his, she thought and it can’t live.

She went into the kitchen, took the sharpest knife.
She put it to her hand and made a little cut, the blood had followed spilling everywhere on rugs.

She smiled, when thinking of the thought that she can end her life and baby’s.
Taking the knife again she made more cuts.
Her knees felt weak, as she was dropping to the ground, she passed out. Soon after she was found, the people cried, all of them did, except one guy.

The guy just stood there, he was once her friend.
He was the one that brought her life to end.
But little did he know that basically he killed his own kid too.

The next day he was found dead with note in hand and bullet in his head.
That note had said,
I can’t live any longer with the choices that I made in life.
I killed my friend and killed my kid.
Killing my friend I killed the mother of my baby, the baby that had never got a chance to live.

***I know this was a bit too long, but i'd really like to know what you think about this poem, so please rate and leave comments. thanks***

~Nadiya~