Why, oh why do they make angels cry?
They don’t see how much it hurts to witness their demise
My aching soul clenches with each slice
I pray for no more but now makes twice.
A piece of metal, thin as glass
Makes small incisions, like blades of grass.
I choke on tears trying to understand
Why they chose this plan
But none will tell me, lip sealed shut
Not about the bandages, and not about the cuts