97 Shawna Luttrell
Drugged on the floor,
You kissed me.
"Feeling like you raped me"
Where is my innocence now?
Your hands so cold,
Tearing at my clothes.
Wondering still today,
Why no one knows?
Not seeing the lies you,
Promised me.
All the things I didn�t see,
All the pain and suffering.
"So raped"
Forgotten.
"So plagued"
The taste of alcohol on his breath.
Disturbing fingers,
Running chills down my spin.
Trust stolen like sex,
Whispering in my ear, "you�re mine."
What drugs have I taken?
To be in his arms,
What have I learned from drinking,
And trusting his kind?
Men are assholes,
Drowning in their own wet dreams.
Kill them all,
With pain louder than my screams.
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