I hate my dad right now

I'm really worried about my dad. It's 1:15 in the AM, he isn't home, he was drinking earlier today, and he didn't leave a note or tell me he was going. My stomach is busy doing acrobatics and tying itself in knots. I woke up to go to the bathroom and found his bedroom door wide open and his truck was gone. Eesh. I hope he didn't get stopped for DUI. I'm on the edge.
 

And I'm a paranoid dumbass blonde

He's at home. All that worrying for nothing. I'm a dummy. Someone shoot me. You'd be doing the world a great service.

Lamentation of a fallen angel

Angels sing in
Breaking voices
Crying dazzing
crystal tears.

Shards of my
broken  mirror
Rest shattered
On the ice-cold floor.

Jagged pieces find
their way-inevitablly-
into my shaking hands.

Red blood seeps down,
warm and vivid against
frigid ivory skin
tinted a lifeless blue-gray

The breath ecapes from
my still body.
The angels come
to take me home.

The voices of heaven
are raised in mourning
for their kindred fallen from 
Heaven's delight.