At the scene of the crime.

The life you have chose for me is now ending.
I wish that I could give back what you’ve done to me.
I hope that you get what you deserve.
For what you have done to me can never be forgiven.
As lay, ever so calmly, on this broken mattress,
I take your last bloody kiss.
Why have you done this to me, I wonder.
You hurt me so bad when you took me under.
You pinned me to the bed.
And put duck tape on my mouth and around my head.
You tied my wrist to the posts.
And you tied my feet up and broke my toe.
You  ripped open my shirt and snapped off my bra.
You enjoyed what you saw.
My skirt was short and way to wet.
As you pulled on my collar to make me your pet.
You work off my underwear as you kiss my neck.
For right now, you wanted uncontrollable sex.
I struggled and tried to scream.
But it was useless, that’s how it seemed.
You stripped yourself and bit my chest.
You had other options, but my body was best.
You force yourself between my legs.
You push inside and out again.
And to think that once you were my friend.
You have your way me, so rough.
I take inside, and it was tough.
You hurt me so bad.
And make me so sad.
Why do you do this to me, I wonder.
Don’t you know it hurts when you take me under?
I still struggle, but it’s still no use.
I am victim to your abuse.
When you’re done you leave me there.
Then you stab me, cause you don’t care.
God, it hurts to leave me still breathing.
Now you get dress and then leaves me.
You kiss me one last time.
You leave me naked, cold and breathless,
At the scene of the crime…