All Rapist Should Be Murdered..!!!...

by BwabyBwitty   Jun 17, 2006


Walking home really late.
My boyfriend pulled up with friends.
He yelled, opened the car door.
A lift home, is what he lends.

I took the offer.
Jumped in the car.
I said," It's near town.."
He said, "I know its not that far"

As I walked up the stairs.
They walked with me.
I said, "Come in for awhile"
"Yeah OK", said he.

We sat and spoke.
Put lips to lips.
We watched T.V
We laughed and ate chips.

Later that night
Me and him went to a room.
We watched out the window.
Looked at the moon.

As we sat on the bed.
We layed down together.
Laying close to each other.
Hoping the moment would last forever.

As he sat on top of me.
He's right hand slowly creeps.
Up in my skirt.
I start to worry heaps.

As I'm stuck on the bed.
He starts to undo my top.
I thought it was just love.
But he won't seem to stop.

He's touching all over me.
He leans into my lips; A kiss?
He's tongue moves mine.
I try to stop, "Why are you doing this?"

One mate enters the room.
I cried, "Please Help Me!!"
He locked the door behind him.
So no one could hear or see.

My hands start to sweat.
As they tie them together.
His mate undoes his zip.
I scream, "NO NEVER!!"

As I cry and move.
They pull my pants down.
One Yells, "Stop F**king Moving!"
And pushes me on the ground.

He lays on top
and then slowly goes in.
As I cry in pain.
I whimper, "STOP YOU WIN!!"

My boyfriend sits and laughs
As I slap his mate and bleed.
I shake of fright.
This is one bad deed.

I feel so numb and scared.
As blood seeps down my leg
"Please stop, You're hurting me"
I plead to them and badly beg.

They keep on going.
Enjoying it all.
Will they ever stop?
They just want more.

Finally they get off.
But still I'm in tears and pain.
I feel so yuck.
As they laugh and make me feel the shame.

I scream, "F**k Off And Get Out!!"
They laugh and leave.
I cough and spit.
Its like I can hardly breath.

As I awake the next morning.
Mum knocks on the door.
"It's time for school, Honey"
What if they want more?

Every night, I sit and cry.
Thinking what has gone wrong
I'm over all of this.
I just cannot stay strong.

I write a suicidal note.
Saying my last goodbye.
As I sit in the corner with my knife.
This is the night I die.

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  • 18 years ago

    by fiona

    Wow thats really good... i kinda agree with u in a way thats horrible wat they did wen they do that basically they do derserve to die.. did that happen to u if so im so sorry that would so disgusting i hope ur ok stay strong darling take a stand for us gurls i kno it would frightinly hard but u can do it

    luv fiona xxoox