I thought that if i let him cry on my shoulder we would be
closer.
I thought if i let him sleep in my bed he would love me
more.
I thought when he leaned over and touched my thigh it meant
he was going to be ok.

I thought wrong when he tried to pull my panties down.
When i tried to get up but he pulled me down.
When he covered my mouth wih his hand.
And when he started to penetrate.

I thought he was a real man that can look into my eyes and
tell me he loved me.
I thought wrong when he pulled the pillow over me,because he
couldn't look into my eyes.

I thought the only thing he would steal was my heart.
I thought wrong when he stole my virginity.

I thought the only reasons his friends came over was to
watch the game.
I thought wrong when all of them came in and i became the
game,that they all began to play over and over again.

I thought he sayed he loved a screamer.
I thought wrong because everytime my blood curling screams
would hit his ear drums he would cover my mouth with the
pillow.

I thought.
I thought.

Maybe i should stop thinking.
So i did on July 15,2005.
I stopped thinking, i stopped breathing.
I stopped moving, i stopped thinking.