Bloody Fingers, Broken Mind

A N G E L

TRIGGER WARNING: contains content of suicidal actions.

She was born into a broken family.
An imperfect life where heartbreak came naturally.
Dreaming of anything different was nothing more than a fantasy.
But yet her mind still defied gravity.

Her head was always in the sky.
Her heart dragging the ground not fully knowing why.
Rain kissed her soft, dry cheeks as she let out a soft sigh.
She stared into the face of God and wondered if she'd get a reply.

She was at cliff's edge adorned in a yellow dress.
Her soul was bleeding onto the uneven stones and her mind was a mess.
It was here that her salty tears and rain mingled on her face as she screamed in distress.

She was truly lost.
She sat alone with her feet over the edge, her pale legs crossed.
She'd stayed for so long her hair began to collect frost.
She was too naive to realize her thoughts came with a cost.

When she came here, she'd love to look down below.
What lurked within those foggy depths she did not know.
She'd often pick up unwilling stones to throw.
Picturing it as her body that would fall so slow.

After staring into the dismal depths, she rises to her feet.
Her toes curl over the edge as she focuses on her heartbeat.
Her soul shudders one last time as she accepts defeat.
She and death were finally ready to meet.

Spreading her arms, she pictures them as wings.
Clenching her fists, she imagines holding onto strings.
Her mind conjures up all of the impossible things.
Her eyes tighten knowing it's time and her heart stings.

Her destiny was determined long from the start.
She thought back on her life and compared it to art.
It was so imperfect and separated her heart.
She knew it was finally time to depart.

Spreading her wings, she took the fall.
And during her plummet, she began to bawl.
Never in her miserable life had she ever felt so small.
But she just decided to see it as an angel answering
their final
call.