raped and left for dead

The touch of his rough hands made me tremble.
Taking control and pinning me down.
I kicked and screamed.
He saw that as permission to take it further.
He got off on the struggle.






I screamed but no one heard.
Fighting was pointless,I'd never get out alive...
I could see the future scars he had made on my chest...
The burn marks on my arms...
If I did make it out, I'd never forget this night.
Giving up,I just laid there waiting for him to be done with me.
More tears ran down my face with each new and painful thing he did.
Please lord, make it stop!
Wait, why am I praying to him?
He allowed this man to ruin my life.
When he was done he pulled out and got up.
Running away like a bat outta hell.
I remained on the field in too much pain to move.
Thinking about what he had just done to me.
How would I tell mama?
No, I couldn't, she'd be too disappointed.
Why couldn't he take me out of my misery before he left?
The strange man left me here to bleed to death.
Why couldn't he shoot me and help a poor girl out?