I see you now, <br />and it makes me cry in my heart, <br />one so beautiful, and yet, <br />so damaged and messed up inside. <br /> <br />The scars that line your arms, <br />look like the intricate artwork of a tattooist, <br />those razor cuts and puncture wounds, <br />signs of a desparate cry for help. <br /> <br />That vacant look upon your face, <br />the doctors miracle cure; <br />Prozac, takes all your troubles away, <br />but all it does is pushes them deeper inside. <br /> <br />I see you now, <br />and it makes me cry in my heart, <br />one so beautiful, and yet, <br />so damaged and messed up inside. <br />My dark angel...<br /><br />Steve Armstrong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-angel/
