Angel

She parts her hair with a razor blade
She cuts her arms but she's not insane
As she bleeds she just smiles and says it takes away the pain

All of her friends say she has no right
To look in the mirror and hate the sight
She decides that she's not gonna eat tonight

I wish that I had wings and a halo
So i could save you from this hell
I wish i could do something but i don't know
How to save you from yourself

He was a junkie before his first cry
Dad was always drunk and mum was high
He soon learned no-one cared so he turned to a little white line

When daddy pulled a gun it was time to escape
So he grabbed his stash and he ran away
No-one cared so he's on the streets and now it's his 13th birthday

No-one wants to get close enough to care
So when the fallen look for help theres no-one there

So now that you have wings and a halo
How can i live with my guilt
I only needed one thing to save you
And that was the guts to stick around

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1. Dizzy says:

   This poem reminds me of a good friend i loss last year. He committed suicide after suffering from depression. I saved him a few times but in the end i coulndt save him. You have really touched deep in this poem, you have obviously got some hidden talent. Just remeber you have alot to offer, dont through it away.

2. Brad Couturier says:

   That's deep. I loved the first line. Descriptions like that are the kinds that really get under the skin of the reader. They let you feel what's happening and the little cringe you get from the truth makes it even better (not the point itself, but rather the feeling and emotion). It's deep.