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...

How come you don't talk with me
And why aren't things like they use to be...

I am slipping away again
Into a deep black hole...

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

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

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

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

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

Skinny little Angel
So weak and pale...

She is so perfect in every way
So damn tall and and model thin...

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