My painful Saviour

I look down at you,
My Saviour...

I crumble to my knees and lean over you...

I slowly slide my fingers to the back of my throat...

All my pain come gushing out of inside of me...

I am left with a numb feeling,
The pain is gone... for now...

I wipe my mouth and search for my legs and stand again,

Looking back down at you...

My painful Saviour...

I go to the mirror and put on some make-up to hide,

To make everything OK on the outside...

I hope and pray, that someone will see through my act and save me from my painful Saviour...