I thought I could trust you,

but I was wrong.

I thought of you as my brother,

but I guess that was wrong too.

It started off with the subtle looks,

the lingering touches and sly comments.

I thought I could tell you anything,

but I was wrong.

I told you how I felt,

and you went and took advantage.

That cold winter night,you walked into my

room.

You said it would be alright,

but it still felt wrong.

I was only 14 when you slipped your hand under my shirt.

I felt very wrong.

You said even if I said anything no one would believe me.

You said it’s best to keep quiet if you don’t want anyone else getting hurt.

I should’ve said something but what would I say.

Every time I tried to tell the words would just slipped away.