Black tears run down her face
Her broken wings dilapidating
Her bruised and broken body thrown against a tree
A willow tree as broken as her
A slight breeze goes through her hair and a few black feathers fall off her wings
She felt so unwanted
So...left out
She was slowly dieing
With no one to support her
No one to tell her she was someone
That she meant something
So, she sat against that tree
The only support she had
And slowly faded away from this world
To leave all the pain and loneliness
To gain her place in heaven...
As an angel