The angel with black wings that lives at the top of the hill.
She is always here.
Whether you use her on others or on yourself.
Sometimes she is as loud as an insult or as quiet as a cut on the wrist
Either you control her or she will control You.
Whether you use her for war or for just a day in life.
Some Of us never see the light of day when she is in control.
The angel brings darkness if your not careful it will trap you with the pain
trapped inside of an endless loop of nothingness.
This angel's name is depression and the mountain runs in our minds.
As we sit here wasting away happyness will try to help with smiles nice memories and blue skies.
But as the darkness with the black wings the smile that mesmerizes us we see happiness finally cry.
As we look outside our minds we see the brightest smile but the mids have been taken over by thous dark wings that seem so comforting.
BY Taylor Ellis
