Dichotomy

An angel

You've stolen all you can from me.

My laugh, my smile, my pretty wings.

Why, does this bring you so much joy?

My tears, my scars, my empty voice.

I'm an angel... who never saw the light. \

You broke mine, and took me out of sight.

What was the purpose? Was this all worth it?

The cost to see me die...

An angel... who never touched the sky.

'I'm fine, I'm all right.'

That's the lie, we tell ourselves at night.

Nothing compares, to the fears of the dearly departed...

They saw it for what it was.

The coal, the venom spewed from mouths,

the words, the hate, their broken shouts.

But I'm fine...

You never seem to see the signs, until my last breath... isn't mine.