What Actually Happened That Friday Night

Finally.

I'm going to tell

About that Friday night

I remember all to well.

You said you loved me.

I believed you.

But you couldn't have.

How could you?

I showed up.

In a little black dress.

I never thought

It'd cause me so much distress.

When we left

It started to rain.

Little did I know 

I'd leave in so much pain.

When we got back

You offered me a sprite.

I never thought

That it'd be spiked.

I drank three or four,

Til I was tipsy.

That's when you got

A little to frisky.

You asked me to fuck,

And I said no.

I never realized 

How South you'd go.

I fought back. 

I tried to fight.

I DIDN'T WANT

TO FINISH THE NIGHT!

You got angry.

You grabbed my hair.

You slammed my head.

It wasn't fair.

I got up,

But I wasn't strong.

All I knew was

What you were doing was wrong

I fell back down;

I felt so weak.

So i gave up. 

And fell in a heap.

Again with the hair,

You grabbed it all.

Picked up my body. 

Threw me into a wall.

Then you dragged me

To the loveseat

Acting like it was some 

Heroic feat.

I could not move.

I could not cry.

All I could do 

Was wonder why.

You took my dress  

And lifted it up.

I crossed my legs,

But it wasn't enough.

You undid your pants

And took them off

You pinned me down,

And it hurt a lot

Next thing I knew,

A rush of Pain.

My life would never

Be the same.

I was too drunk to leave

And I was also too scared.

So I just tried to sleep,

But I went upstairs.

I woke the next day

Crying and mad.

I had nothing to say

I still hurt that bad.

I had three broken ribs

and bled for three days

little did you know

That I was gay.

That is my story

I told it all

Maybe the fear will leave

But as of now its like a wall