The Nite my Boyfriend Murdered me

The Hands hit midnight as I crawl out of bed.
I jumped out my window with so much running threw my head.
I got to the street were I saw cars passing by.
I kept wanting to go back home and I didn't know why.
The car lights hit my face as I got in.
I looked into his eyes as I saw the alcohol within.
He put his hand on my leg and gave me a look.
As I looked out the car window my whole body trembled and shook.
We arrive with the sound of blasting music and drunken faces.
I got out and wondered why anyone wants to be in these party places.
He grabs my hand and leads me inside.
Were I see drugs and alcohol he had lied.
He never told me how it was gonna be.
How could i have been so stupid this wasn't me.
As I think I should have never came.
I have brought myself upon this shame.
Everything I had been taught.
Had suddenly just dropped and been forgot.
He looks back and I say I need to go.
I run outside as he grabs my arm with his alcohol starting to show.
He throws me into the car.
As he hits me and says I made him go this far.
As I try to escape.
I was way to late.
He takes off with not a second to spare.
I wish I was still home and not there.
The car stops and he pushes me out.
He jumps into my face and begins to shout.
He tells me I'm stupid and I shouldn't be able to live.
He says he wanted one thing that I will never give.
As he hits me harder it starts to show.
As I grab his neck he stops his hands and lets me go.
I decide to fight.
Hoping I can survive the night.
He hits me as my head is shoved into a rock.
As my vision goes blurry, I'm going into shock.
I wake up with his body standing over me.
I look up just enough to see.
A gun in his hand and blood all over his shirt.
As he kicks me and rolls me into the dirt.
I'm surrounded by mud and weeds.
As I feel every cut getting wet as the more it bleeds.
He tells me he hates me and that I'm going to die.
As I look up into the dark but vast sky.
I am thinking back to when I snuck out.
I begin to fill up with so much doubt.
My eyes get blurry as I begin to cry.
He pulls the trigger and I wonder why I have to DIE.
They found me 5 miles from town in a mountain of weeds.
As he is found by me and guilty he pleads.
That 5 miles out of town, I never wanted to be.
Especially June 6, 1986 when my boyfriend murdered me.