LiLPuNk6's Poetry: Night-Mare, Hate Pain and Fear, and Sorry

LiLPuNk6 was WYLFWT.com's best earlier contributors to our old poetry section. Since we are integrating all sections into Daily Content, we definitely do not want to lose his poetry.

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Night-Mare

The party was so loud,
she couldn't stand the crowd.
He asks if she wants to go upstairs,
she tells him she doesn't care.
She starts to get nervous,
he pushes her on the bed.
When she screams PLEASE NO STOP!
As he was tearing off her shirt,
she screamed PLEASE NO STOP IT HURTS!
She had no idea what to do,
so she just layed there untill he was through.
What lasted only an hour seemed like years,
she had never felt so much fear.
Then she woke up and screamed,
when she realized it was all just a dream.
She was so releived.
But she could only think of the girls whose dreams wouldn't end,
so no she could only be a friend.
So now everytime she gets down to pray,
she prays for those girls who DIDN'T get away!

Hate Pain and Fear

Talking to my mom on the phone that night, she said,
"Hailey make sure you get a ride home tonight".
I said, " Yeah Ma sure don't worry".
I was fourteen, had no car, had to get home in a hurry.
I waved good-bye and said no more,
my friends watched me as I walked out the door.
I had such a lovely time that night no boys, no drinks, plus no fights.
I looked at my watch it was exactly 1:29
I had to get home fast I couldn't change my mind.
The alleyway shortcut was the fastest way I knew,
years later I still can't escape the pain that grew.
Standing in the ally was a man of about six years older,
even though I didn't see him the place suddenly grew colder.
From the dark a hand grabbed my hair
and another slapped my face with hard cold air.
I screamed as he turned my head to his face,
when I looked in his eyes my heart began to race.
As he kissed my lips I tried to make them tight,
then he pulled my hair harder and said, " Baby don't try to fight".
With his strength he pushed me to the ground,
he took out his knife and said, " Don't make a sound".
With his knife he cut open my shirt,
next I found him pulling down my skirt.
I found my body weak and giving up on me,
I thought I can't let him do this to me.
With my last effort I punched him really hard, meant to break his nose,
but instead his jaw started pouring out like a hose.
He yelled in pain with one hand on his mouth,
I thought now I can escape him without a doubt.
As my feet began to move,
he flung his knife into my leg and blood began to ooze.
I cried out in vein, and my leg was throbbing in pain.
My body started to sting.
I thought I was going to die,
I lost too much blood,
I was being raped,
I couldn't even cry.
Everything was already off completely naked
I felt totally lost.
Pushing in me he had a grin,
like he knew he was going to win.
With tears streaming down my face,
my head started to spin.
In five different places I was now bleeding,
and at the top of my lungs I was screaming!
I don't understand why isn't anyone hearing?
Why the fuck don't they hear me screaming?
Come on people doesn't anyone hear?
I'm coughing, I'm bleeding, I'm dying down here!
After about what seemed forever,
he left me on the floor laughing thinking he was clever.
Laying on the floor for a couple more seconds which seemed like years,
I over thought what just happened until I choked on my tears.
Putting on some clothes but leaving the rest,
I started crawling out of the alley my leg wasn't helping the best.
Crawling up the first house steps I saw.
I knocked on the door furiously, a lady opened and screamed when she saw me.
In my mind I was like bitch come and see
what it's like to be me.
She must have gotten the message
because then she called,
and in a moment to the hospital I was being rolled.
In the hospital they gave me a few tests and put me to sleep.
I woke up when I had some rest.
Seeing my mom hysterically crying,
I felt like telling her shut up you're not the one who is dying!
I looked at everyone who came to visit me,
they were burning on the outside,
but I was burning on the inside.
It just so happens that when I was raped that night and put up a fight.
The man dropped his wallet. I guess it fell out of his pocket
and now he's locked up. But for my pain it still doesn't sum up.
Everyday I cut, I bleed for this purpose,
I think I'm going mental because I can't even focus.
He doesn't understand it's my faith, my soul he's broken,
and one day he'll get back even more than he's taken.
Now I never walk alone and never live normally,
for whenever I pass an alley I see a face........
a grin that stole a special part within.

Sorry

I still remember being raped,
all my life perfectly faked.
I know the fear and the pain,
I know the hurt and the blame.
People are sick that's for sure,
it's hard to find a person that's truly pure.
I want to say sorry to the world,
sorry to every boy and girl,
who will go through the same thing as me,
where is God in this festivity.
All the sick people in this scared world,
all the suicides just for someone's sick thrill.
SORRY things had to be so real!