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