so as i sit here again with the blade in my arm with blank scences playing over and over conversations i played over and over wishing them to be real. i sit with eyeliner rolling down my cheeks and dry tears on my chest and i think to myself why have i done this again? well one little girl came in and stirred up a storm and she loved it. she broke me off peice by peice waiting for this day to come all dressed in drabs i took her to my side and truend her into something beautfiul. did she return the favour? yes by turning me into this broken child nothing but a crushed child crying and waiting hoping something will come and stop me because im at an end i dont want it to happen im sick of having my life fucked with so im not giving anyone a chance to fuck with me anymore its to late for that they have done it they have cracked me they have snapped off my wings and broken my back they have clawed at my eyes and deicided to leave me there lying fragile and helpless
but what can i do to beat the ghost of a girl who spits out words like a fire spits out burning embers burning holes in the soft carpet ruining its perfection she spat out her embers and left them to seep through my top layer beauty into the broken person below she knew i was never hole and deicided it was time to break me off once again and she spat and she spat until theres nothing there but a rusted blade and a hollow shell of a person once divine my family i guess never did give a shit about the girl they knew to be so bliss never crakcing my painted on smile that gradually faded as the paint dries out in the burning heat of hatered staring it in the mask like face everyday its melted away and now they will see what the people today have done so i write this note to let you all know just what it is i ment when the words sprawled on my wall that read game over. you win

You were an Angel of death! Before you were sent to Earth to be tested and be a human, you were what brought death upon humans. With a look, you could kill anyone. Your unusal intrest in death and love of blood and gore asures that in heaven, you delt with it very much. You were an angel who brought death to all, and what is and forever will be feared by humans. Your old deathly stare still scares people and you still crave for killing.

Angel of Death - 89%

Guardian Angel - 64%

Angel of Hope - 50%

Angel of Guidance - 18%

Angel of Good Fortune - 4%

Angel of Prayer - 0%

Seven deadly sins

You scored as a Wrath

Wrath - 100%

Sloth - 63%

Lust - 38%

Pride - 13%

Gluttony - 0%

Envy - 0%

Greed - 0%