I washed my bed sheets hoping it would help me sleep at night; instead of being reminded that you took my life away from me in my very own bed. But now the nights are longer, where I toss and turn wide away.
I told you no, multiple times; but you still never listened to me. You took my body when I was vulnerable at most. Silly me. Why couldn't I have just walked away? I was not in the right state of mind. I pushed you away, but you came crawling back; the more I pushed the more I got weaker and the more you got stronger.
When I talked it never made sense to you, but you didn't care; you only talked to keep me distracted from what you were actually trying to do. Undress me.
As you tried to touch my naked skin I pushed you away, telling that I had a boyfriend. And you snickered; knowing better but you ignored it.
Repeatedly telling you no as you get on top of me. I shed a tear, silently. It's quiet, dark; and miserable. As you put you're weapon in me, taking my life away I weep in silence; you had joy in it. I told you no for the last time... you told me to shut up. And he knew that I wanted this.
I never did, I never wanted this. You... hurt me... you... raped me... I'm now lifeless, thanks to you. The feeling of being dead inside. And having a missing part in your head that you will never find again.
