unwanted cemetery
To the boys who raped my best friend,
You didn't know why she was on the bus that day so I'll tell you
She went to lay flowers at her best friend’s grave
She didn't know you would be laying her in her own
To the boys who raped my best friend
There was no invitation
No words exchanged
Before you decided to take and break and rape a girl you didn't even know
I often wonder if it was a mutual decision when you saw her
Or if you went out raping like you were going hunting for some prize
I hope you know the only thing you won was a prize spot in hell
To the boys who raped my best friend
Did it turn you on when she screamed STOP PLEASE IM ONLY FIFTEEN?
Did it turn you on when her screams turned to sobs?
Did you like it when you made her bleed?
You dragged her into that alley by her hair
She shaved it all off two days later
Trying to burn away the graveyard you built in her
To the boys who raped my best friend
There were five of you
One of you must've known
That you were taking something that didn't belong to you
Yet you all sat and got your fill.
To the boys who raped my best friend
She can't go out now because it's just another excuse for boys like you to lay hands on her
Hands that take only what they want leaving destruction in their wake
She's never been able to wake up from this nightmare
Because when she closes her eyes your voices are still in her head
You are the boogey man
You are Jack the Ripper
Nightmare at the bus stop
You are the bad guys our parents told us to run from
Yet she couldn't run from you
So axe murderer tell me where you hide your bodies when you're done with them
Because you just left her in that alley
She laid in that alley until 3 in the morning
She stitched herself up and put her sweater back on
It was in a mud puddle
She's still in that mud puddle
I hope you know she got grounded for staying out so late
So she'll never go out again
When she told her family
The first thing from her father’s lips was
What were you wearing?
Her mother still doesn't believe her
Her therapist couldn't help her
Her Sunday mornings
Turned to Sunday mourning
To the boys who raped my best friend,
You did more then rape her that night
You laid her in her grave.
To the boys came to my best friends funeral
To the boys who shook her parent’s hand and said I’m sorry
You apologized to her parents like you weren't the knife in her back
So to you five monsters of men
You Moby Dicks
You Animal Farm
You Catcher and She Dies
You Lord of the Flies
You, you are the reason she's dead.
So,
I hope you liked it when you made her scream