Sarah

At night I can't sleep.

There's times when I cry for no reason.

For most of my life I lip into my own little dream world.

I prefer it to my own life,

Which is too drear.

I'm depressed,

And there's a reason.

When I was a child I was molested,

And ever since then I've thought that I'm less then I am.

Made my self believe that I will never have a boyfriend.

Part of me knows that's wrong,

But that part is very small.