Sara

She doesnt eat,
She feels the pain

She slides her knife down again

She crys herself,
To sleep each night

She doesnt understand what its like to be wanted

She likes to take her knife and wonder,
what would happen if the blade cut her throat wide open

Sara is 13 her life doesn't feel free

She just wants to cut,
Her dreams away

Nothing comes true she knows this well

As she remembers the night he pulled her clothes open

She tosses around all night dealing with dreams,
of her past,
Keeps her up taring her wrist apart

Finally life had become to much

She was Sara she was 13
And tonight she took the blade and cut down to her knee

She was Sara and she will never be 14