After the party

after the party you try to find me,
but you got here to late,

you find me lying on the ground,

exposed in my vulnerable state,

I'm lying naked on the floor,

my clothes are ripped to shreds,

I'm bleading, bruised and broken,

when you ask the question that I dread,

what exactly happened here,

who did this you plea,

I cry and try to answer,

but no sound is made by me,

I really want to tell you,

but it would break your heart,

so I alone will bear the burden,

he left with all the scars,

that violent ,vile ,vulgar man,

whom to me had meant so much,

defiled something so sacred,

who broke my fragile trust,

while you were downstairs drinking,

smiling having fun,

he was here on top of me,

giving in to worthless lust,

I begged and pleaded him to stop,

although he never would,

I screamed in hope that you would hear,

but you never could,

my pain,

I think it satisfied him,

it made h have some power,

he made me weak and helpless,

he made me cry for hours,

each time he touched my body,

I died some more inside,

each time he thrust inside me,

the pain made me cry,

each movement made me lose more hope,

I wished for it to end,

after a while I gave up fighting,

I laid back on the bed,

silently screaming,

as I laid still,

frozen ,

broken,

wondering where my hope is,

but I had none,

I had no saviour ,

so still I had to suffer,

harder deeper darker tourcher,

each second felt like hours,

I tried to make myself feel numb,

so it wouldn't seem as bad,

but it was clear,

the scars he left,

they will last for years,

three hours of this tourcher,

that's what I did endure,

before he got fed up of me and tossed me to the ground,

left me in a quivering heap,

to try to cry myself,

so my friend,

why did you have to wait,

to find me in my fragile state,

why didn't you come sooner,

was I just an afterthought,

for after the party.