We are angels no not the ones with wings and halos
But the ones who care too much for our good
The pain of our friends hurts as if it were our own.
And our pain hurts a thousand times worse.
We are angels no not the ones with wings and halos.
But the ones who's wings are hidden to the mortal eye.
We make our wings visible by marking our wrists.
We are angels no not the ones with wings and halos .
But the ones are too sensitive to the pain of this world.
And with cuts and burns we ease that pain.
We are angels no not the ones with wings and halos.
But the ones planning their return to heaven.
{author notes: I've never published anything in here before so... I don't know I should keep this up, feedback would be appreciated}
