held the sweater close
And Cried Because
i�d never be that innocent girl again
that naive girl again
nevermore would i be her
i sat in my room
admired the scars on my wrists
And Cried Because
the sweater wasn�t bleeding
and the sweater didn�t have stains
i sat in my room
stared at my embroidered shirt
and my name
And Cried Because
i wasn�t identified with that person anymore