Cuts on my legs, hands and hips.

Why did you take me from friends,
with the intent to hurt me,
why did I walk with you,
how stupid could I be?

and why did I wake in the morning,
with thoughts of hands all over my body?
why do I have a sad feeling,
and no ones here waiting to console me?

why are my pants ripped,
with cuts on my legs, hands, and hips,
why is my make up smeared all over my face?
and why do I have a memory of a filthy guys lips all over my lips.

why didn't you take me away from the group,
as soon as you saw me crying.
he kept putting his hands down my pants and in my shirt he just kept grabbing,
I was so himiluated I felt like dying.

but why does it keep going through my head,
memories of hands touching me,
and of an almost rape,
it's everything that runs through my head, everything I see.

true story, don't walk away from your friends with any guy. just don't.