During the day she is full of
Laughter;
Smiles;
Cheerfulness;
And everything positive.

But at night, when she's all alone
In her cold dark room; they become
Louder and louder.

Screaming at her, telling her she's not enough..

She draws on her wrists, along with her thighs and ankles hoping to ease the pain;

It used to ease it until she became obsessed with the blood.


An perfect Angel during the day,
An fallen Angel at nightfall.