My Heart-Shaped Box

Last little angel

She sits on the floor of the open room,

and stares at the snow white floor.

One more symbol of their undying perfection,

she knows she will never live up to that.

A single tear kisses a soft white cheek,

a final surrender to sorrow.

She finds resolution in a silver goodbye,

a single slice to end the suffering.

A drop of red innocence falls to the floor,

as she screams out the name of her nemesis.

She watches her purity taint the soft white,

a stain on her parents’ perfection.

In all of their heaven an angel existed,

their only mistake marks their bliss,

their blindness to her anguish.

She falls limp to the floor as it stains itself red,

and forever marks a remembrance,

of the last little angel,

which somehow was lost,

when they became blind to even see her.

Hi, so this is an old poem I wrote. Something most people don't know about me is that I have been diagnosed with clinical depression, it can get to the point where the only option I can see is finishing it all. Fortunately I haven't been at that point in a few years, but recently the darkness within my head has been coming back. I am lucky though, because I have many people around me who are supporting me through it, but there are many people who don't have that support. So my message is a simple one, please don't turn away from someone who may be at a time where they need you most.