• I always have time's where I'm feeling so
    cold. So lonely in my dark quiet room.
    No one cares about me. Not really.
    If I just ended my life..No one would
    show up for my funeral. I always think
    about ending my life, but when I try,
    He shows up. My, Angel. To stop me
    from what I'm doing, to make me smile,
    to make my life better in any way he can.
    Then he looks and sees the blood
    dripping from my arm, staining my clothes,
    he turns away, in disgust. Then in an instant,
    with the brush of his fingers there gone,
    the blood, the cuts, the scars, and the razor.
    Gone! He holds me close and whispers
    "My darling sister, please don't cry it hurts me
    to see you do this to yourself, and all I can ask
    is why?" and I whisper back "Because your gone,
    no longer here, and no longer near." he whispers
    back "I'm never truly far away, in your heart I'll
    always stay, you need to know it was my time
    to go, and one day forever we'll stay with one another
    up above. I love you, remember that always and
    if you truly need me..call for me, and you know
    I'll be here." Then a quick kiss on the forehead.
    With all that done..he was gone. I felt better
    of course. My room was now beautiful like
    an angel touched it or so it seemed. I smiled,
    looked out the window, up at the sky, and whispered
    "I love you, Adamangel.