Not Perfect

The black night surrounds me and no stars shine, nor is the moon above me tonight. It is upon me with great sorrow I take this blade and slash it across my skin until the crimson liquid life splashes upon the ground. The words "I am no angel" pound in my head as I fall to the ground leaving a pool of thick blood around me. My body is weak as I lay there, gasping for breath to live again. I beg for mercy and for salvation. I placed this upon me and all I ask for is for forgiveness. I never meant to do that to you. This is what it does to me. I am torn apart inside. Ripped to shreds. Though I matter not to the world. I am but just a shadow. A mere memory of what was to be. A fallen angel I never was. A happy sorrow fills me. I am just a teenager. I'm not perfect. I'm sorry I have flaws. I'm sorry I make mistakes. I'm sorry I can't tell you everything you want to hear. I am but a servant of wishes and of whims. I am a servant of the Lord. I am nothing. I am a faded memory long gone. I am a tool to be used. I am nothing more.