The Fallen Angel

Sadness,
Taking over me,
Drowning in my tears,
I take this razor in my hand,
Cutting horizontally across my arm.
Red appears,
Watching blood run down me,
I cut again,
Deeper with each cut,
Putting the sharp edge down,
Wiping the crimson away,
Laying back,
Looking at what I've done,
Grazing my fingers over another flaw.
The Angel has fallen once again