Broken Angel

I look into the mirror
And looking back at me with fright.
Is a little girl with wings
With her soul as black as night.

She has scars all on her arms
And I can feel her pain.
And I sit there and watch her
Take the blade to her vein.

I scream out and tell her Stop
This isn't the way to go
She looks up very slowly
And the cuts start to flow.

Blood drips from her arms
She feels she must go
So she takes the blade a little deeper
And the blood really starts to flow.

For once a smile comes on her face
And she feels no more pain.
She is finally happy
She finally won the game.

I look a little closer
And I realize what I see.
That little broken angel
That little girl is me.