Fly on Angels Wings*

I run down the hallway to my room open and slam the door behind me.

Tears running down my face, my eyes burn and a million things flash through my mind as if there is a fast forward button that can't be turned off

I plant my knees in the carpet in my silent isolated bedroom.

Why? I sob and hear nothing but useless memories flushing out the only sane left in me.

I can't get out and can't go back to change everything I've done

There's no escape except for one.

I grab a knife, say a prayer asking God to let you know I'm sorry and that I'll always be there.

I close my eyes and glide the blade down the skin that has been carrying my naked sole for so long.

Slowly everything fades.

My only hope is that someday you and I will fly on angels wings.

Be numb to all pain and not have a care in the world