The glass of pills is in my hand
I have made up my mind...

My sweet Angel is crying tonight
feeling so alone and weak...

Today when I was cutting with my blade
I carved your name into my skin...

A broken heart, not ready to mend
cause the love it felt was so strong...

The scars that I have
Remind me of my past...

*maybe this will be my last poem, I really don't...
You did it again, didn't you...

Skinny little Angel
So weak and pale...

Dear God, listen to my prayer tonight
I will only tell my secret to you...

She stares in the mirror every day
trying to force her eyes to look away...

I hold her beautiful picture
And try to hold back the tears...

It all started a long time ago
I cant even remember when...

I started to trust you again
I forgave your lying eyes...