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by Chantelle Feb 12, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My eyes, they saw The heavens above An angel whispered It's your time, my love She held out her hand Sincerity in her eyes "It's all up to you Whether you live or die." The knife in my hand Dropped to the floor A tear fell from my eye And then a dozen more Was this my imagination Or simply a dream come true With wings so perfect It's something I must do I sat up slowly Reaching out my hand Living with this pain Wasn't in my plans I followed her closely To the edge of the cliff I said all my prayers And my body became stiff "Trust me, my dear" she said With her voice so soft "It'll only hurt a little But you'll never get lost" I looked down silently As I took that final step But the wings of an angel saved me Before I could take my last breath