You all believe I'm an angel
Holy good and pure
You think my wounds are healed
But believe me they're still sore
You think I'm an innocent
I'm the helping hand
You've really just never looked deeper
But still you'd never understand
You don't know of what I am
None of you know what I see
For when I close my eyes
I see you all bleed
I hear all your thoughts
I feel everything you feel
No this isn't just a poem
This is for real
The pain you're receiving
I'm receiving too
So what do you think happens
If you don't make it through
You all kill me each day
With your sorrows and your pain
You cut yourselves
Until I'm drenched in blooded rain
But do you stop?
When I beg you all too
You don't all realise the effects
of the cutting that you do
So I'll help you with your pain
I'll try make it go away
How I do it all
I'm afraid I cannot say
But please stop what your doing
All you who bleed
The damage you're doing
Is far more than you can see
Because I'm not a pure angel
Nor neither am I insane
I'm darker than that
I'm the angel of your pain
