Dreams which can't Mend

Were you the little girl
that sat upon her bed
whose dreams were shattered
so they could never mend

were you the crying child
always with swollen eyes
and bruises that couldn't explain
the pain you felt inside

have you ever been that kid
which cries them self to sleep
their pain to much for them to bear
never having anyone care

have you seen your love dieing
laying in the street
blood draining from their skull
because they were so constantly beat

what was the girl dreaming
if she ever had the time
to think of something other than
the pain which was her life

what put you through the life you lived
who made you hold the knife
why wouldn't anyone step in
and try to save your life

i am the girl upon the bed
i am the kid whose dreams can't mend
i saw the blood of which i cannot speak
and i do still hold the knife