you're hands

Something so pressure that felt like heaven. It was like a touch from an angel waiting to fade It was that night the night you said you would take me home. Home were im safe safe ffrom hands that shouldn't be near me. How would i know? You claimed to rescue me, to wacht out for some strange stranger that would dare to touch me. But how would i know that the touch you created was the worst i ever felt How would i back then engaged with that knowledge of your assault. Sexual assault something i was never comforted with something i wasn't ready for that touch to much up to strong to thight to manly to get away from it. How can i stay quiet about the worst touch i ever fell? How can i be sure you wouldn't done it to am minor, a child a teen a help less person? Me im strong but you could've broke me into thousands peaches with i would never recover from. So i aks myself if you wich i well knew wich i trusted the most did something so terrible how is it with strangers how can i ever say hi again to someone one i dont know How do i learn to trust again when even the dearest souls turns to hell.