Tears are streaming down my face.

My breath isn't coming easy.

Am I dying? Is anyone hearing my sobs?

I'm sitting here, not seeing anything in front of me.

Where have they gone? Why am I alone?



Rain is hitting the room of this small house.

The wind is howling through the windows.

I'm feeling unsettled and sick.

Blood is running down my wrists.

My razor is sharpening with every fatal swoop.



My eyes are getting swollen from crying so much.

I'm finding myself wanting to end it all.

It's raining harder now, no one would be finding any of my blood.

My silencing should come as no surprise.

Where is my angel when I need her? What is flying above me?



This bright blue light is shimmering above me.

It's beginning to make curious.

Hands begin drying my tears.

Soft kisses are landing on my cheeks.

Here is my angel, she is materializing.



It is appearing to me now, I was dying.

This is the point where I'm fading away.