Little boy: " Are you an angel?"
Me: " What?"
Little boy: " My mom told me those who have marked their wrists are angels"
Me: " I'm not a angel"
Little boy: " Of course you are mom said that only angels harm themselves because they don't like life on earth. This world is destroying them so they try to return to heaven again. They are to sensitive to the pain of others and their own."
Me: " you know, your mom is very wise"
Little boy: " thank you, she's also an angel but she has already returned home."
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoesieDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!
