A hidden beauty with in.

Hidden by everything that has happned to her. Divorce, break ups, depression, loss of someone she knew. Potential talent at anything, and everything she does is hidden by the pain.

As old scars rear there ugly heads again she knows that no one really cares. They all just pretend to care. All her friends don't really care, they just pretend . 'They all lied to me!' she thinks to herself as she brings that blade across her arm. "I thought they really cared." she says aloud cutting her arm yet agian.

Over and over she brings that blade across her arm. The pain sowly disappears, and she again can go thourgh another day. Dealing, and living with the pain is a daily chore, but she has her blade in her back pack if ever a time comes when she feels the need to see her crimson red blood flow from her body.

Outside the rain falls. Outside the angels cry.

She walks alone in the rain. She stops,and looks up. The rain falling on her face covers the tears that she was spilling. Hidden by the rain she cries tears. Silenced by the pounding of the rain she screams.

She puts her stuff onto the ground and takes out her blade. She sits there in the rain watching as the rain washes away the blood that she longed to see spill. She smiles to herself as she just sits there bringing the blade over her arm again and again.

Not caring of anything, or anyone she brings the blade up closer to her wrists. Wanting the pain to end the pain she slowly brings it across her wrist.

Everything goes black, and she dies right there in the rain...

The crying Angels come and take her away to a place where she will be loved, and cared for.