Fallen Angel

The blood oozes from my wrists

And brings me sweet relief.

I don't know how long I can last 

Under the weight of all this grief. 

The pain I feel on my arms takes me to a new place

And makes me forget about how I fell from grace.

I woke up again today, much to my chagrin.

Another day of waltzing through, wearing my plastic grin.

There's no one who can help me

I wonder why they try.

Maybe it's just fun for them

to watch somebody cry.

Take another swig of rum

Because I know tonight's the night

The blade slides right through my throat

Maybe in hell I'll feel alright