The Story In My Head
I look down and I don’t recognize myself; I tried to push my legs to go faster; but I guess theirs was faster than mine; Pushed to the wall of a filthy building; All I heard was ripples; I knew I’ve been caught; I could not register what was happening again; Grunts, painful moans of pleasure; Their hormones was saying yes, mine said no; After getting satisfied, they push and go; But I’m left to pick the pieces, but they left with one thing; and that was my pride;