The Bar

My head is pounding
And my throat is sore
I look around me
My clothes all on the floor.

I close my eyes tight
And take a deep shuddering breath
Why are my clothes all on the floor?
Why do I feel like death?

The room seems small
My vision quite dim
I gasp when I remember
I spent last night with him.

I drag myself out of bed
And stagger to the bathroom
I don't know why I feel so sick
Or feel this sense of doom.

When I look into the mirror
I am overcome with shock
Pale cheeks and sunken eyes
This vision I have to block.

The world starts to fade
As my head starts to spin
I can't help but vomit
And feel terror from within.

My body collapses to the floor
My head hits the ground
I try to call for help
But I can't make a sound.

I drag myself across the floor
And somehow climb into bed
My body feels like 300lbs
Stars are dancing around my head.

I stare up at the ceiling
Tears are running down my face
Someone tell me why I feel so bad
Why I feel like such a disgrace?

I close my eyes
And I try to sleep
But the pain is to bad
And I continue to weep.

Hours later I drift off to sleep
And dark images invade my dreams
I wake suddenly and bolt upright
IS this really what it seems?

For in my dreams I was out alone at a bar
Drowning my sorrows with beer
As I got drunker and drunker
Away, slipped all my fear.

I danced with strangers
And flirted with men
They bought me many drinks
Again and again.

I started to sway a little
And headed towards the bathroom
I sorted myself out
And chased away that sense of gloom.

I headed back out
And finished off my drink
I realized I had to go home
I was finding it hard to think.

I decided I would walk
Thought the fresh air would do me good
Now I wished I had called a cab
It would have saved my blood.

Somewhere along the way
I realized I wasn't alone
Footsteps were behind me
As I made my way home.

As I was about to ask 'who's there?'
I was pushed roughly to the ground
I tried to call out but he covered my mouth
Made it so I couldn't make a sound.

He quickly undid his pants
And roughly ripped my shirt
He pressed himself on top of me
Underneath me I could feel the dirt.

I tried to fight back
But he was much to strong
Even though I was so drunk
I knew what he was doing was wrong.

I tried to scratch out his eyes
But sadly it was to no avail
The rain began to pour
Seemed there was to be a gale.

He forced himself inside of me
laughing as he did so
'You'll love this,' he promised
'I'll go rough and fast, not slow.'

After he had finished
He cruelly whispered in my ear
'You'll remember this but not my face'
I tried to hide the tears.

I somehow stumbled home
And passed out crying on the bed
I remember just before I fell asleep
I truly wished that I was dead.

Hours later was when I woke up
Feeling so much terrible pain
I realize now that dream was last nights reality
That sick monster's stupid game.

Now I know only one thing
My life as I once knew it has ended
I guess that's what's happens
When you leave your drink unattended.

**Not True, I Was Given The Idea By Leanne**