Sorta what I'm going through right now. It's not much, but for something out of raw emotion written in about two minutes at 1:30 in the morning, I think it's alright.

Angel Tears

Rain drops sprinkling from above
Angel tears cried for lost loves
So many thoughts through her head
She only wishes she was dead
See him one last time before she goes
Poor boy only thinks he knows
He thinks he saved her and that he won
Doesn’t know that tomorrow she’ll be done.