I am here,
With glass at hand,
Cutting my veins,
Leaving my blood run out,
Yet, you made it in,
Through my pain,
Following the scars as your path.
What did I do to deserve an angel?
What am I supposed to do when you are all I think about?
Where should I return, when all I long is you, and my home are your arms?
The embrace that swore to protect,
Is the one I yearn,
Where no fear, not even a sign of darkness lies.
I will pick my life up,
Just as you did for me, before,
So I, can love, you,
So I, can show to the world,
So I, can prove my love for you, to you.
Or so she thought...
What a joke,
What an ignorant,
Holding on to