I Made It...

by Jacklyn   Dec 9, 2004


I was hurt by your cruel words,
I was hurt by the back of your hand,
I was hurt when I received these scars,,
I was hurt by you; I want to get away,

I was hurt when you threw me against the wall,
When you forced me in bed,
When you took off my clothes,
You received heaven,
As I received hell,
To weak against you do defend myself,
Using me for your selfish pleasure,
Then leaving me there just to die,

Blood dripping from everywhere I can imagine,
Lucky to be found before I am dead,
Made it to the hospital, barely survived,
Still crying, still shivering,
Still shaking, still bleeding,
Please say the worst is over now,
Please say that I will live on,
Please say that I will live to see happier days,

Doctors give me some pills to numb this pain,
But I still feel some of it anyways,
Machines and needles hocked up everywhere,
I can barely even be able to think straight.

I made it though the rape,
I made it though the pain,
I healed from the bleeding,
But scars stayed in its place,
I made it to the hospital,
Stayed there for only a few days,
I made it though test,
The doctors said I was ok,
But yet still I managed to pass away…

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