Grab a hit,
Smoke a joint
Get a little high
And when you’re at that point.
Don’t stop now
You’ve almost got the ball
Everything is clear
No worries left at all
Tell me something Catherine
Is this your first time
You really no how to play it
You’re acting rather fine
Is your head spinning
Round and round and round
If you smoke a little more
You’ll be out on the ground
You look at other people
But you don’t hear any noise
What is going on
And who are all these boys
The parties getting funner
You really do fit in
Why didn’t you do it sooner
You’d have a lot of friends
“Come with me to the room,
We can talk about our lives”
They are sitting on the bed,
When he whips out a 6 in knife.
He rips off all her clothes,
Then throws her to the floor.
He puts the knife up to her throat and said
“Just a little more”
He kisses her lips,
And she trys to pull away.
He tells her not to move
Or he will kill her without delay.
Being rather scared,
She let him go ahead
She just wanted it to be over with,
For her not to be dead
With all being done
She went home and cried all night
She couldn’t tell a soul
She thought it wasn’t right.
The incident did not escape her mind
She knew it was her fault
And maybe this would all pass on
At least that’s what she thought
The next week she went out with her friends
And didn’t want to stay
While walking home she crossed a bridge
She said “Oh hold on wait!”
While in the middle of the bridge,
She wrote the story down,
And taped it to the ledge
Before she jumped, and began to drown.

 
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