I know I seem troubled, Cas
I'm only wondering about you, see
I'm still thinking about the burden
That you lifted away from me
'Cause I thought I was done for
Maybe you're an angel, but still
How are you holding up?
I know it's tough on your will
But I know you never did anything
You only tried to help everyone
But sometimes it's doing the
Best that makes you your worst
It sounds a little sad and crazy
But trust me, know that personally
I realise that Cas, and I'm grateful
It's partly my fault that you break
And we are all gonna help you
Get better, no matter what it takes.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
