*not real...just trying to get my feelings out*
How would you define life...

My relief is that deadly blade
letting blood drip every day...

I know that you don't care
I can see right through...

There are so many cuts
Lining my arms...

After about a week of this
I begin to see results...

The blade meets my skin
To begin another masterpiece...

I'm not okay...
Can't you all see that...

Everybody says hurtful things
Right? Don't they forget though...

I'll be your angel.
I'll help you soar through the sky...

You are one of my many angels
Always looking out for me...

Broken hearted, walking in a daze
Look straight ahead she continues to tell herself...

My Singing angel
Forever letting that note go on...