Five Days After

Day one and I'm missing your face.
Day two- I want outta this place.
Day three- Imma mess, in distress. I'm not having any fun and I won't sleep after what I know I've done.
Day four- the secrets been released. "Rape" is the word that they hear around the street.
Day four- I close my eyes, rest my voice. No one's here to listen to my screams, no one here is anyone I want to see.
Day five- I'm relentless and consistent on the thoughts of my resistance to this situation. My choices are my own and my decision there was final, undeniable that I lost my patience, and acted out with frustration, aggravation. I ran out no preparation, for the world was not accepting for what I was excepting. I laid my life, on the line, no care on what laid behind. I put my life into his hands. Stranger, no truth behind the words, no care in the world.
Motel rooms are quiet. Each door is locked so tightly. Dead beats guys and private whores, no idea what lies behind each door. Right there I lied behind that door...