Rape Poems by Teens

Rape Poems about Teens

Rape is one of the most degrading, devastating emotional events that can happen to a person. Many people try to deny that they were raped by keeping it a secret, but repressing an attack simply delays the healing process and leaves the attacker free to attack again. Instead, victims should seek out legal and medical help, and a trusted friend to confide in. Often, recovery only begins when a victim talks to others about what happened to them. If you were raped, remember that what happened to you is not your fault. You deserve to get help and emotional support.

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A Price Paid

Rape Victim Kills Herself

closed are my sunken eyes
tears gracefully crawl down my face
I take another straight shot of whiskey
as my head starts to race

the cigarette is still burning
and the sweet smoke tickles my nose
My body is going numb
I can no longer feel my toes

I can see my black mascara tears
as they fall onto my breast
there are scratches and dried blood
pretty purpled bruises decorate my chest

my red lipstick smeared
and hair full of knots
I shove more pills in my mouth
chasing it with three more shots

my body is beyond broken
my mind completely lost
a lesson with a price
myself an expensive cost

he was too strong and heavy
I couldn't get him off top
with his hand over my mouth
I kept screaming stop

his cold eyes just watched me
as I fought hard and cried
he crushed my soul over and over
as he thrusted deeper inside

the world slowly went dark
from the fighting and pain
I woke up bloody and dirty
from the sound of the rain

now the bottle is empty
and the room in spins
I put the razor to my wrist
and rip it across my skin

the blood paints the floor
everything is slowing down
the darkness is back again
and its now all around

The cigarette still burns
as the smoke does an exotic dance
it moves so slow and graceful
putting me in a trance

there's an empty whiskey bottle
a cigarette burning and a note
the blood is coloring the white paper red
where "I'm Sorry," is faintly wrote

I weakly smile as I stare
at the broken body I just escaped
indeed an expensive cost
for the price of rape.

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