Adolescent

Have to force these words out of my throat.
You can't steal my voice away.
When the pain stays,
I dread carrying on each day.
I fall to the ground,
You sit beside me,
Saying " Don't make a sound,"
I feel your grip around my neck.
'What'd I do to you?'
Tighter and tighter
Your expression unchanged,
The look on your face is rather derranged.
Fufilling my wishes,
Modern day form of old time kisses.
The bruises on my neck,
Down the drops of blood stream.
Was it reality?
Or just an Adolescent's dream?