Living Angel...

She was always so happy
Her heart, big and warming
She always had a smile to go along
And cheerfulness she did bring

She wasn’t exactly popular
But had a variety of friends
She was her own unique person
She never followed trends

That was just her outward appearance
There was more to her than that
She went home to drunken parents
She was bulimic and thought herself fat.

No one had ever known
She cut herself most every day
The razor was her only real friend
All of her days were so gray

She came to school every day
With bruises on her face
Her heart once so big
Is filled with scars and disgrace

You ask he what happened
“Oh, I just fell.”, she replies
That hinted that something was wrong,
No one could see her inner cries.

One day she decided it was the end,
The end of her hard-shipped life
The end of all these cold slaps in the face
She didn’t tell anyone, no need for strife.

So she took the razor for one last time
And made deep slits in her veins
She watched the blood flow down her arm
Her soul only remains…

She was a fallen angel
Many people had said
Why didn’t anyone save her?
Why not a living angel instead?