Angels

My reflection 

Looking back at my complection

Through the cracked glass

Gazing at the past

Tearing my heart

Taking it apart

Little by little I slice

To pay the price 

Of my angony 

The voices in my head

Tell me I'm better off dead

My burden is bigger than I can hold

This pain and suffering is old

I want to breathe air

Not despaire

My bones sore and cold

My soul is sold

I'm coming home

Where the angles roam

Picture: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Little-angels-77288367