The scream
She screamed aloud but nobody heard
Her pain immense as he stole her innocence
She kicked and she punched
She fought with such heart
He covered her mouth
And then tied her up
As he stole her youth
He broke her completely
That evil fiend
Her pain was too much as she passed out thru fear
The torture is over but the pains only starting
The poor girl can’t sleep
Too many nightmares in that blood stained bed
Her innocence stole ripped from her fragile soul
The pain he had caused he’d never realise
Her young broken body will never be mended
And the worse thing of all for that pretty young girl
Is when she finally succumbs to sleep
The vivid recall of that fateful night
That image of him so close, so repulsive
She hears her own scream’s every night, wishing others could
It keeps her awake because she’ll never forget
How she was raped by her supposed best friend
She’s tried suicide but she’s been thwarted twice
She’ll keep on trying… what other choice?
Her blades her only friends as she trusts no one else
The cuts on her arms are now getting deeper
But no comfort it brings as she slashes away
Because she’s still fucking breathing, inhaling the terror
And with that small fact she thinks of her pain
Writes a small note and slits her throat threw her pain!
This poem was written by peter hollamby on Mar 25, 2007.
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hey man!
good write man,!!
eh live in cavan, then spent last year in dublin now livin in wales!!
ya still live in waterford??
its a nice place!
cheers for the comment dude,
later, goon_xxx
wonderfully written.
sad, but passionate
got to love it.