My Angel
How can you perfect what is already meant to be perfect?
How did you get here?
My angel, mouth stiched shut
Your wings are crooked
And your eyes are hinting at tears
I've never seen an angel cry
Your silent breathing tells of frustration
I've never seen a troubled angel
Your arms show me a black depression
I've never seen a scarred angel
You open your mouth to scream, but nothing comes out
I've never seen anything quite like you
You're like me
But aren't all angels supposed to be perfect?
You were a victim of your own hand,
Taken by your own pain
Heaven doesn't accept the sucidial ones.
I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry.
My sweet angel,
My ironic, torrid angel,
My beautiful angel of suicide.