Wounded angel

There once was this angel,
oh so beautiful,
that was so very happy about her life.

then the day come,
when her daddy was hung,
and went away for ever.

now she sits,
thinking of him,
and the pain comes back and hurts her.

so here the angel is,
talking to you now,
can you see how much pain she is in?

she stands here,
and tries to hold her self together,
so she wont fall apart.

she is an angel,
oh so sad,
that has been marked by this day over her dad.

a wounded angel

**this poem may not make sense, but if you have ever lost one of your parents then you will understand.this is a true story.it is happening to me right now.i am the angel in this poem.and i have been marked for life until my day comes.**