From the cutting to the tears
And hearing of my greatest fears...

She sighs,
closes her eyes...

In a room full of people
One person...

She asked me if it hurts to die
Because it hurts her more staying alive...

Because of you I cry
Thanks to you I don't care if I die...

Every night a girl cries to herself
Asking god why...

Her shaky hands
The quiver of her voice...

I feel so numb, wishing i didn't, i want to grab...
©Angel Wellesley...

The smile that lit the room
Was slowly fading...