* Firstly, i like to say this isnt really a poem it's just the truth
about something that happened but then again what didnt happen i would love
it if everyone would please read this and comment not to tell me if you like
or hate it ...just for help thank you please enjoy*

have you you ever screamed
in pain and fear
for someone to stop
touching your arm or even your leg
... good me neither...

i use to have a friend
named chealse
she wasnt like most of us
she was adopted at birth
she doesnt have a father
or knows what its like
to have one
her mother works all the time
so she is never home
she stays with her grandmother and grandfather
for most of the day
her grandpa like her mom works
and her grandma is crazy
so... we spend most of our day
in the desert
thats where we met him
he told us his name was brett
he seemed so sweet
we never qustioned on anything
we were young and didnt know
what it was like to be touched
by a guy
we never said to stop...
but we should have
as time went on it got worse
then chealse got sick
so i went alone
i was scared
he started to touch my legs
and inner thigh
i was screaming in my mind
he started to inch closer
i said i had to go
he told me he wanted me to meet him
at 10am the next day
i cried my way home
i was so scared
i thought i couldnt tell my family
and if i went
i could get killed
i was terrified
when i finally got home my mom
asked why i was crying
i told her everything
and she told my daddy '
and daddy told the cops
who later told us his name was brad
the cops took him away
we havent seen him since
...well at least for real
i see him every night and
when the lights go out
i see him when the lighting stricks
sitting at my door
holding a knife and some rope
i get so scared
like he is back for me
so i find myself cry over the same nothingness again
i find my self waking up screaming
i had to tell someone
so i told my best friend
but i said he raped me
...why...
i dont know
i just kinda did
...well she told everyone i know
so everyone thinks this lie
i cant say it is a lie now
its to late
and im to scared
i still see him waiting
in the desert
for me at 10 am
but instead
of him with a knife
a smile is on his face
did i make mistake
were we just gonna hang
but everytime
i think its ok
i see him at my door
same rope
same knife
same brad
same tears
falling from my
same eyes
 
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