Wish there was a way I could fix it all.
Patch things up, make it just like new.
But the tiny glass shards refuse to go
without a fight.
My hands are bleeding, and, stupid me,
I'm crying by the time I'm finished.
I want to scream my rage.
Thinly-veiled sadness seeps into my face.
I just wish that it was all over.
Mm. -_- This is Sara. This is Sara being -sad-.