The scars are getting deeper
Long nights were so much sweeter
When she did not make me worry
If she would survive

Long sleeves and lines of bracelets
Hide the damage that she’s done
A smile painted on her face
She shrouds her own despair

With tearstained cheeks she often speaks
Of the endless pain she feels
And how easy it would be to take a gun or knife
And will away her own life

Once she promised me she’d stop
But the scars just kept appearing
She sobbed and begged for some way out
But who could help her now?

One night she called me on the phone
Her voice a distant whisper
And she asked me me to pray with her

Angele Dei,
qui custos est mei,
Me tibi commissum pietate superna;
Hodie illumina, custodi, rege, et guberna.

She prayed for strength and guidance
And she begged for her salvation
She felt an angel’s saving grace
That night her life was saved

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The Latin section of this poem is from the Angele Dei, or Prayer to One's Guardian Angel. The translation is as follows.
Angel of God,
my guardian dear,
To whom his love commits me here;
Ever this (day, night) be at my side,
To light and guard, to rule and guide.