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by Gem Sep 9, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Oh, holiest of angels, I pray to you this night, I'm ready to give in, Give up this hopeless fight. There is something inside of me, With cruel hands that reign, Intent on hurting me, And causing me pain. Lead me to a place so far away, That only the angels know, Where I can be safe, Where the darkness cannot go. Please take my life, Take my breath, Give me my wings, Give me my death. People preach to me, Of the pain within my soul, But what do they know? They've never lost control. They've never taken A knife to their wrist, Seen death as a temptation They can't seem to resist. I'm sick of being strong, I don't want to be brave, Let me go with god, Take me to my grave. Oh, holiest of angels, Let me be free, This world wasn't meant for one As special as me.