When The Door Closes Poem by yarnell wilson

i cry at night wishing I could take back that night.
All the weed and liquor could be erased out of sight.
When your in highschool you think boys are your number one
priority, but I was wrong.
music was so loud and i wasnt even there on plant earth.a
As he is pulling me upstairs to his room i cant help but laugh.
I wasnt in my right mind, and wanst prepard for what was going to happen.
The Door slamed shut and then I realiazed that something was wrong.
He began to push me around and I headed for the door.so the story is i never made it out, forcing his way on top of me, i sceamed and hit and pused but it didnt matter because he took what he wanted..lesson learded never trust one one because when the door closes, it stays shut.