Anonymous

Found on a stall in a bathroom at a school...



Here I sit broken hearted
Tried to shit but only farted

The Hate I Feel

I am a happy person, though one thing is true.
I hate this one man, this hate is not new.

She trusted him as she went out with him one night.
The next thing she knew, her world was filled with an awful fright.

He drove down a road, and invited her out of the car.
He had to show her something, she would not have to walk far.

He grabbed a knife, and threatened her with it.
Then, he drug her across the field; she screamed and had a fit.

He raped her as she screamed that night.
No one can possibly understand that kind of fright.

He sat in the courtroom and lied at his peers.
She sat there and sobbed buckets of tears.

He was set free, and she began to cry.
Would he come again; this time would she die?

She is not the same person, she never will be.
All because of the monster that night that he chose to be.


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