Torn Life

Lying in a strange bed within a strange man’s arms

Staring at torn wall paper feeling dirty and used

Hoping for this stranger to cause me no more harm

My life now filled with abuse

The lights are dim, but I know I cannot begin

To cry because of my pain I am feeling

My new life being forced to do this sin

These thoughts running through my mind as I stare at the wallpaper slowly tearing

The night slowly creeping on

The stranger does not even give me a thought

My only hope is my beloved son

The only thing that is my own is my thoughts everything else bought

The walls and I are the same

Neither of us human without any real names.