when will i be free

Lay on the bed
Bare for them to see
They don't let me up
I just wish they would let me be

One takes a turn
Making it as painful as they can
Rope burns on my wrists
Blood dripping down my hands

Now another puts it in
Not much feeling anymore
So they bring out they whip
And make it hurt even more

A third tries it now
While one puts it in my mouth
So much pain
It makes me feel so foul

There they leave me
Tied to the bed beneath me
Blood on the sheets
Passed out and crying in my sleep

They wait a few days
Probably playing with other things
While I hide from my friends
Never knowing what it means

What it means to be free
For they have me
Till I run away at age eighteen
Only then will they let me be