You don't own me, So you cant tell me what to do"
then he said...
"Little girl...your endless chatter, I'll show you who you have to listen to"
How just a few little words could make a person so mad,
How he could hurt a young girl so bad.
Came to me with this anger in his eyes,
I wasn't scared at first, until I noticed behind my back my arms were tied,
What should I do now? Maybe I should scream,
Maybe I'm sleeping and this is just a dream,
panic sets in, and my heart's beating fast,
Anxiety trembles my souls quivering moments last,
Sounds of the shots fired captured the echo,
He wasn't done, he wasn't going to letgo,
He must have been tired of my mouths chatter,
But then again does it really matter?
I think he wants me dead,
'Cause of all the bad things that i said,
Maybe he can't take it, maybe he is weak,
He should know, God gave me a voice to speak
He cant handle someone who stands up for herself at only 13,
I just hate that my mom doesn't know,
When she's gone, her boyfriend makes me take off my clothes,
The endless chatter plays over and over again in his head,
'You don't own me, You can't tell me what to do" that's all I said,
Maybe I should let him **** me, Maybe I'm better off dead,
I'd rather be, than him forcing me naked on his bed,
Curdles my stomach and makes me want to puke,
All the things he forces me to do,
I kept it hidden, for so long inside,
When he moved in, I was a quiet girl and a bit shy,
Sometimes I just lay in bed and cry,
Maybe it's better off if I die,
Let him **** me, I don't want to be alive,
It lasted longer than I thought,
This time I screamed, hoping he would get caught,
This was the hardest I've ever fought,
I knew he wasn't going to stop,
On my face, the blood that drips from cuts on my skin,
What am I doing, I'm letting this guy win,
If I give up, He'll do it again,
And everything I said wasn't just endless chatter,
The words I so strongly spoke really does matter ?
If he doesn't stop now, then another girls life he'd shatter,
I've got to be strong, and no longer will I cry,
I changed my mind, I no longer want to die,
When he wasn't looking I'd slip my legs through the ropes ?
The knife was still laying on the bed, I was able to slip and cut til it broke,
With the knife in my hand and blood on my skin ?
He'll never have the chance to do this again,
He walked in, noticed foot prints of blood on the floor,
I wasn't on the bed I was behind the door,
Pierced his skin through the side of his neck,
I don't know if he layed there dead,
I ran outside to the neighbors door,
I've never felt this way before,
I ran for help so the cops could do the rest,
I fought hard, I did my best,
Then I realized the blood was coming from my chest,
Took my last breath then hit the ground,
I waited to hear sirens, that was the last sound.
My mom lay crying at hospital beds side,
I woke up 2 weeks later, I fought hard, I really tried,
I had to decide,..
Today is not the day to die.
I can take it, I'm not weak,
God gave me a voice, and I'll use it to speak.
