I told him to stop,
I told him no,
I told him I don't want
to do this.

But he didn't stop.
He didn't understand me.
He didn't care that I didn't want
to do this.

His left hand roamed my body,
It made me shiver.
His right hand covered my mouth,
To quite my whimpers...
Shut Up! someone will hear you.

He kissed my lips roughly,
To keep me silent.
Pushing me hard,
Against the wall.

After he was done,
He put on his clothes.
And he left me there,
Lying on the floor.

But before he left.
He whispered to me,
That it was my fault.
The way I was dressed,
I was basically asking for it.

© my.blind.thoughts