I wake up..findÂ a brush and put on a little makeup..just to hide the scars and fade away the shakeup. Told himÂ I came back becauseÂ I left the keys on the table, but he knew thatÂ I was creating another fable. He thinks I wanted to. He doesnt even trust in myÂ long-wanted suicide. I cry…cause when he calls me “Angel” I want to die.