He is behind the closed door
banging on the wall...

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

If I knew it would be my last day
I would spend it with you...

Precious little Angel
wont you take me away from here...

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

Dear mom and dad
when you read this, don't be sad...

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

Put on a fake smile once again
like so many times before...

Lying alone in a hospital bed
no one here to hear me cry...

Thanks for messing up my life so bad
and for all of the times you made me so sad...

BleedingAngel without her wings and soul
broken and all curled up in her bed...

You called me last night crying
and told me how you feel like dying...