*Trigger Warning*
With no feeling but sadness,
The angel slammed the door.
Just thinking about what they have said just before.
With the tears running down the angel's face, her sadness turned into rage.
With anger filling that poor little angel, her craving starts to grow.
For that slow little razor slash.
Until it heard the door start to crash.
'I'll make this quick' it thought, little did the angel know, so will it's life.
Opening up the cabnit, to bring out a lighter that lit up.
Reminding it of a Christmas tree that has never seen in its house before.
Burnt itself like there's no tomorrow.
'Oh no' it thought, 'this is going too slow', it got out that efectful little piece of metal.
And slashed it as many times as it could.
Oh who would predict?
How a happy litte angel would think.
As it vision started to blur,
it became happy
As it fell to the ground,
It felt like it was on a cloud.
Suddenly, it's door fell down.
And its father appeared, with his belt raised up high.
As its vision went black, her last thought was.
'Oh what a beautiful scene to say goodbye this hell-like life'...
'We all have scars. We all have stories'
'I am not living, I am just surviving'
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Merry Christmas! Stay strong...
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PoetryWe all have out way of escaping. Mine turned out to be writing when I'm upset and sad Our mind is what speaks for us. And this is what I think about. Actions could actually leave an affect on people. This is the effects that left on me. thanks for r...
