That cold November night you chose to have your way with
me.
Never knowing how much you would hurt me.
Never knowing how much pain you would cause.
Never once would I imagine I would be labeled as another
statistic.
It hurts just to think about it.
It hurts just to know it happened.
It hurts to feel so dumb to have let my self get in that
situation.
It hurts to think about this as everyday passes.
You left me bruised, You left me scared.
You hurt me so much, that I just want to die.
One day I will believe that God has a purpose for
everything. 
But is there possibly something good from something so
evil?
Please answer me