Helpless and weak,
I lay on the floor,
Bleeding and cold,
As they walk out the door.
Laughing and snickering.
As they go.
What if someone finds out?
What if someone knows?
I try to move,
Without much success.
And then attempt
To get redressed.
I feel broken and cold,
Sticky and hurt.
Can't feel any but pain.
I find blood on my shirt.
They shouldn't have done this.
This was beyond them, I thought.
What had I done wrong,
To pay this hideous cost?
My brother and co.
This is a story of woe.
I thought him a friend,
Till rape turned a foe.
Author notes
this was written in dedication of a friend who was raped by her big brother and her friends. You know who you are and I'm here for you 
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shannon....
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good
there was alot of emotion i REALLY liked it!
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