I Lay Here
Written 6/18/99
*Note* I know it should be lie, not lay.
I lay here, feeling real sad,
what he did, was so very bad.
I'm alone now, laying here on the floor,
he's left me, I heard the slamming of a door.
What he did, I will keep secret,
it was so lustful and hurtful, I'll never speak of it.
He knew it'd hurt, he's incredibly mean,
and I lay here, knowing I'll never again feel clean.
It hurt so bad, I must of been turn,
he attacked me with his great big horn.
I could feel it piercing me, with each blow,
making me feel lower, more like a hoe.
I told him to stop, with painful cries,
but he wouldn't listen, looking down at me with glaring eyes.
I lay here in so much pain, I want it to end,
I can't believe I trusted, thought he was a friend.
He's left my here, wanting to die,
but all I can do is lay here and cry.
I feel so alone, having to deal with this on my own,
I wish it never happened, wish I was safe at home.
I don't know how I'll heal, and recover,
maybe someday I'll learn and discover.
Who knows, maybe I'll even be able to help others,
those who were also forced to be lovers.
Until then, I don't know what I'll do,
but maybe reading this, will help you.