Save Me Grace
Today you called me an angel. You cannot know how true that was, for last night I arrived just in time to loosen the noose around a dear friends neck.. Today you called me a devil, grotesque, a whore. I swallow the words inside me and push them as far down as they can go, I cannot deal with this now. The words you said will rest beneath the surface until I'm the right amount of broken for them to really make an effect. Today I got a phone call, "your friend has been rushed to