I need my angel

Sometimes we want to die

Then we want to cry

because its impossible to die

When we're flying so high

Do you remember the day when I was happy?

Do i seem to be crappie now?

hidding away?

making mistakes?

When I sleep I seem to be flying

But when I awake I seem to be crying

trapt inside, trying to hide

from the undescribable tied

I need my angel

to keep me safe

to help keep my world

seem more in place.

Now I feel numb,

Because i am the only one

I must sleep now....but how?

-Magdalena Michel