Tied Poem by Ashlea VealSinfield

you tied my hands to the bed
i remember every word you siad
you told me if i tried to scream
you would make my life a
hellish dream
you saw me crying
inside i was dying
i tried to stop you
but you wouldnt let go
you called me a dirty hoe
you said i wanted this
with the way i dressed
that i made yooh so stressed
harder and harder it hurt so much
your hands were in a ver tight clutch
mum walked in and pulled yoou off
she called yooh a dirty sloth
then yooh hither with all your might
it gaveme more of a fright
the horror was over your work was done
you thought yooh had alot of fun
then the cops turned up
arressted yooh right there
you said it wasnt fair
the pain was over
youll never come back
the memory will never b forgotton
but as for yooh
that was that