About me

If the angel of death called for you
would you call it back?
if the angel of death come for you
would you run? or let it take you.

Dizzy is her head,
Her world is spinning around.
She can't take this pain,
As she collapses to the ground.

Her body can't support her,
She has grown much too weak.
The lack of blood, the lack of love,
Has left her life so bleak.

Too many nights has she bled,
To force this feeling away.
But alas, it hasn't worked,
Her heart has staid this way.

Cold, broken,
Barley even there.
She doesn't understand,
Why this life is so unfair.

So she cuts to relieve the pressure,
That is building up inside.
Her body grows weaker,
She has no where left to hide.

Her parents won't even talk to her,
She has shut them out of her life.
They have caused her to feel this pain,
So instead, she reaches for that knife.

It has become her friend,
The only one she can really trust.
Its her ticket out of here,
And leave this world she must.

So many times she has tried,
But this time she must succeed.
This night will be her last,
No more