My sweet Angel is crying tonight
feeling so alone and weak...

*maybe this will be my last poem, I really don't...
You did it again, didn't you...

Today when I was cutting with my blade
I carved your name into my skin...

The scars that I have
Remind me of my past...

The glass of pills is in my hand
I have made up my mind...

I am slipping away again
Into a deep black hole...

I hold her beautiful picture
And try to hold back the tears...

Skinny little Angel
So weak and pale...

Dear God, listen to my prayer tonight
I will only tell my secret to you...

She stares in the mirror every day
trying to force her eyes to look away...

Black hair, black mascara
Covers her black heart...

Staring into your lying eyes
Where the truth lies beneath...