Angel

I want to be an angel;
To wash away my sins,
to wash away the memories,
of unforgettable things.

I want to stop the pain I feel,
the unrelenting tears,
to stop the harm i cause myself,
protect me from my fears.

If I was an angel
I could just fly away.
Not watch him hurt me,
all those planned out days.

I could just hide away,
I'd never see him grin,
never hear him tell me that
I'd be better thin.

Never have to feel his touch,
never have to bleed.
If I was an angel,
my soul would be freed.

Stephanie Wells
13/02/07
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