D E S P A I R

"Angels are filled with hope aren't they?"

"Then why do I feel this way?"

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An Angel on the edge of a cliff, staring at the beautiful night lights of the city. She leaned on the beautiful cherry blossom tree with pink leaves falling with the soft breeze.

Her large soft black feathered wings dropped as tears settled in her eyes, pouring down like a waterfall. Her heart ached with pain and Doubt. She coughed up Black Rose petals with bright crimson Blood. She couldn't deal with everything. The pain, the scars, the words - it's unbearable.

Angels, supposedly pure, white, kind, H O P E F U L. Then... Why isn't she like that?

She's rude

She's Black

She's rough

People called her names and such.

A Freak

A Disgrace

A Monster

A devil's Spawn

An unholy being.

People discriminated her, they feared her.

Because of that...

She's afraid of herself.

She built a mask.

She fell.

She fell,

In the Abyss of D E S P A I R