by Someone Invisible Oct 25, 2014
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Laying next to me, wings shattered, she still smiled knowing she had to be strong. But my Guardian angel was no match for my internal demons and everything went wrong. Now the strings that held me up are torn and the wings that supported her are worn, but we're all the other has anymore, and yet i cant walk and she cant soar. |
Really, I've got to say; you're good in writing sad poem. |
Sadly I've enough sadness in side of me for a lot of practice. I have a lot of room for improvement though. I thank you kindly. :) |