Drugs and Rape

This is the first poem i've written about my childhood. Well, when i was younger. Don't get confused, it starts out talking about drugs than i goes to rape.      
      
I hear you      
Whispering my name      
Grabbing my mind      
With your dirty hands      
Sinking your fingers      
Into my memories      
Aching for more      
Rush      
Forget regret      
I don't want to turn back      
You feel so good      
But I...      
My skin bleeds      
Tear at my wrist      
My arms      
My legs      
I gag.      
My guts bleed      
Blue and red      
Purple rivers      
Flowing      
Never stopping      
Scream. SCREAM!      
I'm in your liquids      
Your fluids      
Tossing you around      
Like a rag doll      
You're trash      
Nothing but.      
I eat you      
Swallow you whole      
You're in my grip      
"No monster no"      
I plead      
But IT didn't listen      
Where is my beat?      
My heart cradled in your hands      
Sick, twisted      
Escaping isn't an optional      
Options?      
I have them?      
They're nothing      
They don't matter      
Bite my ankles      
Crawl up my legs      
Engulf me      
I'm sick      
Sicker than you      
Mentally      
Intellectually      
Drown my emotions      
I'm flat      
My face      
is raw      
I feel nothing      
I don't sense you      
You don't deserve me      
My pleasures      
My features      
But you force me      
Into me      
"Monster please"      
I cry.      
My screams don't phase you      
They make you cringe      
In satisfaction      
Restless      
     Ruthless      
     you're      
    just      
     a      
     pig      
Who takes anything      
You steal it      
    Away      
  from me

By: Bethany