Poems I have written

Fallen angel

WARNING: this poem is about depression, self harm and suicide, read at own risk

They cut off your wings, you wanted to fly.
Go back to heaven up in the sky
They chained you down, they heard you cry
All of them know, you wanted to die

Those cuts the scars you tried to hide
No-one would hear, the screaming at night
You always said, you were doing just fine
Although that's not what you felt inside

And just how you coped, with the blade
Cutting the skin, some scars wouldn't fade
The blood seem to calm, all of the rage
The sadness the fear, but the sickness would stay

A fallen angel the boy said, you were astound
Chained and thrown, down to the ground
And the only way back, was to hang, shoot or drown
But the truth shot throughout every word's sound

That night, no screaming, not even inside
No pain, no tears no blood, this night
Something had changed, the boy was right
You are an angel, with no wings to fly