I once knew a girl who wished to be free.
She dreamed of ending her life.
How she became this way no one could foresee.
Cuts in her skin from her fathers knife.
Everyone said live life to the fullest dear.
But her life she didn't love.
Hold on they say it'll be better next year.
Next year came around and her life she still wished to dispose of.
Day and night on her bed she would lay down.
Staring out her window at the waves in which she wanted to drown.
Many tears would fall from her eyes, but she did not make a sound.
She fought for survival with her mind as her own rival.