Saving Jane

New poem, new character
Let us call her Jane
Screaming tears from cried out eyes
Razors dull the pain

Crying at the mirror
Cause Jane hates what she sees
The lines along her wrists
Dull the scream of tears like these

Dear Reader, she is crying
I don't know what about
Standing in her bathroom
Tears screaming her lungs out

Maybe a bad breakup?
Or "he" never loved her at all
All I know is, she was flying
Now she had to fall

She thinks razor helps
Helps her stop the pain
Irony is deadly
As she cuts another vein

Razors get her nowhere
Her angel knows this well
Guardian angel has to save her
From scorching flames called hell

Angel holds her heart
Rebuilding broken Jane
Broken heart cuts up his hands
But he works through the pain

Broken heart cuts him deeper
Angel begins to bleed
Angel's heart is breaking
But this is what Jane needs

Angel almost done
As his heart begins to crack
Shatters into pieces
Once he put Jane's heart back

Jane's crying at the mirror
Listening to the sound her tear fall makes
Her heartbeat skips as she jumps back
Like angels heart, mirror breaks

Jane's just a little frightened
But from now on she'll be alright
Broken angel that saved her
Now walking in this moonlit night

Broken angel healing
Goes for a walk to numb the pain
Bandages and broken hearts
It was all worth saving Jane