Literature
My Little Angel
My little Angel
with broken wings,
she cuts herself
to feel the sting.
Blood pools
at her feet,
she looks around
and takes a seat.
Caramel hair
mixed with tears,
brings breath
filled with fears.
White gives way
to a pink stain,
desperately tries
to relieve the pain.
Takes the hand
of a helping man,
blood slicks the grip
and he is overran.
She falls down
razor finds her hand,
how can he help,
she's like gripping sand?