Saved

As I start the end of my life

I begin to feel almost free

That's when I look at the knife

And what I then see

Is a life of confusion, fear and pain

I begin to cry at the memories

I stare at that little vein

And I just feel so damn empty

The knife connects with my wrist

And that's when she knocks

I clench my white, pale fist

I feel trapped in a box

She knocks down that door

Comes storming in, screaming

And I'm there lying there on the floor

With the tears streaming

She saved me from certain death

It feels good that someone was there

I take a death breath

And send a prayer

Thank you my Lord

For sending this beautiful angel

I have been restored

I am forever grateful