I Thought Wrong.

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.