A man once told me
fallen angels are broken
just like little girls
there isnt anything in the world
to mend my holes and rips
waking up with black smeared eyes
bearing veins from what was torn away
revealing my soul thats empty
losing my life to depression
meant that sucicide is me
everyday I breathe in pain and sorrow
I fall to the ground like any other black feather
 
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