Falling angels

U say ur wings are broken, and that u want to fly..but u cant, so u try to fall, but u cant do that either..because im holding ur hand..because i love u...u hurt ur self everytime u make another red streak down ur wrists..and i cry every time a new scar apears on ur arm..i will hold on to ur hand for as long as i can..because i wont let u fall, untill i fall my self, that way..when we fall, we fall together, and we wont hit bottom..because were holding on to each other, and then..well fly away...together..

Alanna..we are...our own...falling angels...