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
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