A Crying Angel No More
I almost took a knife to my wrist once, a mistake.
It was in the end of winter, the world was chilled
and my heart, that vile little thing, was even colder.
With so much pain in my chest, I managed to live.
As the world seemed to strike up arms against me,
I slapped a smile on my face and said all was well.
Inside I was dying, I was lying, I was crying,
but nobody was the wiser, my mask was all but perfect.
I perfected the act of an invisible girl, a wallflower.
Like a disease the sadness followed me, my private plague.
Every night I would sit in the cold, up high toward the sky,
and I would accuse the clouds for who they housed—
Gods in the sky, they must have cursed me, hated me.
I was like an angel with broken wings, no way to fly
and no purpose to live; what is an angel without wings?
A sorry excuse for a human being, using up precious air.
This was me, how appalling, oh but two short years ago.
I was saved by someone who was just as lost as me.
Like a swooping guardian angel, he took me from that cliff.
His black wings, seen as a burden, were beautiful to me.
A broken halo maybe, a broken heart too, a warrior with
so much strength on the outside his inside was hidden.
I saw you up close, looked into your soul, saw the sad
kindness in your eyes and all the amazing wonder.
I see no evil, no demon, no monstrous traits, just a
big heart that has no need to be ripped out and impaled.
You handed me a knife, asking me to harm you, to make you
bleed, to punish you for all wrong you think you’ve caused.
But I tossed it aside, I refuse to harm you, all I want is to heal you.
You will always be my angel, fallen or not, you will be my guardian.
Whether you believe in yourself or not, I will always believe in you.
I wouldn’t be writing these words, this thanks if it hadn’t been for
the kind words of a stranger, the kind words that you took the time
to write to me, you helped me—a lost soul—from the bottom of my
patched and scared heart, I thank you my black winged guardian.
It was in the end of winter, the world was chilled
and my heart, that vile little thing, was even colder.
With so much pain in my chest, I managed to live.
As the world seemed to strike up arms against me,
I slapped a smile on my face and said all was well.
Inside I was dying, I was lying, I was crying,
but nobody was the wiser, my mask was all but perfect.
I perfected the act of an invisible girl, a wallflower.
Like a disease the sadness followed me, my private plague.
Every night I would sit in the cold, up high toward the sky,
and I would accuse the clouds for who they housed—
Gods in the sky, they must have cursed me, hated me.
I was like an angel with broken wings, no way to fly
and no purpose to live; what is an angel without wings?
A sorry excuse for a human being, using up precious air.
This was me, how appalling, oh but two short years ago.
I was saved by someone who was just as lost as me.
Like a swooping guardian angel, he took me from that cliff.
His black wings, seen as a burden, were beautiful to me.
A broken halo maybe, a broken heart too, a warrior with
so much strength on the outside his inside was hidden.
I saw you up close, looked into your soul, saw the sad
kindness in your eyes and all the amazing wonder.
I see no evil, no demon, no monstrous traits, just a
big heart that has no need to be ripped out and impaled.
You handed me a knife, asking me to harm you, to make you
bleed, to punish you for all wrong you think you’ve caused.
But I tossed it aside, I refuse to harm you, all I want is to heal you.
You will always be my angel, fallen or not, you will be my guardian.
Whether you believe in yourself or not, I will always believe in you.
I wouldn’t be writing these words, this thanks if it hadn’t been for
the kind words of a stranger, the kind words that you took the time
to write to me, you helped me—a lost soul—from the bottom of my
patched and scared heart, I thank you my black winged guardian.
♠ ♠ ♠
Mistakes make us stronger. Courage gives us the strength to live on despite our fears.