Bleeding mind

Guardian angel

Will you hold my hand when you see my smile start to fade
My knees buckle
My eyes darken
My throat heavy
My lips numb
Would you hold my hand
when I've lost my beauty
Lost my faith
Lost my will
Lost my way
Would you still hold my hand
When I become weak
Or too strong to feel
When my scars seem to never heal
Would you still hold my hand
If you could hear my thoughts
My warped ugly mind
The evil I stomach
Would you hate my guts
Would you still want to take me to the light.