Why?

You push me,
Slap me,
Put me down.

Please, don't do that.
Please..
not there.
Stop.
I'm begging you..

Tears,
blood,
and the smell..
The smell of sex.
I didn't want it.
Why did you do it?!

You just stand there all proud of what you did.
I just huddle, trying to cover myself up.
I feel..
used,
betrayed,
dirty,
and helpless.

You look so proud.
You laugh.
You call your friends to brag.
Then leave the room.

Dark.
Cold.
Pain.
Salty tears.

The terrible memories shoved into my brain.
He took my virginity with such force,
and didn't bother to listen to,
my screams of terror.

Sometimes I wonder if others heard me...
just chose not to listen.