Angel

I saw a girl today
her smile was same as mine
her eyes spoke different languages
she was far from being fine

i saw a spitting image of myself
and she seemed to notice too
we both just stood and stared
until she said, "do i know you?"

my smile grew some wider
as i tried to hide my pain
i shook my head and said no
and then i saw her vein

an uprising of white skin laid there
and I knew that underneath there was more
She quickly pulled down her sleeve
and said “It’s not what you ask for”

i saw her eyes spike up then
but the emotion went too fast
i told her not to worry
i know good things dont last

She looked amazed and puzzled
And I told here I too have more than one scar
These things we do to ourselves
Its not who we are

It’ll be different, I said
One day they’ll understand
That we don’t need psychiatrists
We just need a caring hand

But they’re too busy to care
To perfect and too enthralled in their grudge
To learn how to help what they made
They only know how to judge

She smiled and nodded
And said, “I didn’t think anyone else knew.”
Looked up at me and nodded again
Before she said a sincere, “Thank you.”

I took a good look at her then
Her shirt was much too big
Her pants were loose and eyes were haunted
And she was as skinny as a twig

Her hair was short and brown
And her outfit screamed of pain
And I thought with anger how anyone can ignore
Someone with this much obvious pain

I said ‘ no need to thank me’
I’m just speaking from the heart
Those things that put us together
Are the same that tear us apart’

she smiled and said it was nice to meet you
and for a second I erased her pain
i said we should talk again real soon and goodbye
and I never saw here again

i never forgot about her
or the way she used to roam
i don't miss her though
because i know the angel went home

-true story i just had to write about...