What are friends for?

The mark on my face
From your boot and lace
So long I lie here
Behind me, you jeer
Clutching every wound
How I feel so groomed
You circle my body
Treating me shoddy
The moves tried to make
Shoved me into ache
Screaming louder now
And forced me to bow
Your breath on my chest
Now you tell me
It's all been a test.