Ok, I honestly have no idea where this thing came from. I have never written poetry before in my life. I have random bouts of almost-depression, and writing really helps get me through it. This one is very personal for me, and I hope it helps someone else, too.
Um, this one doesn't really have a category. I put it under Misc. Books because there are a lot of books out there where the characters feel like this, but it wasn't written for any specific fandom.
WARNING: mentions of self-harm. Please read with care!
Enjoy!
What if We Were Angels?
All of us are hurting, and none of us know why
Because everyone lies and everyone hides.
We lie and we hide the tears in our eyes.
And when we aren't lying about our tears,
We're hiding the screams that nobody hears,
And agonizing wounds that cut deeper with years.
You still think I'm innocent—are you so sure?
The marks on my wrists say I'm anything but pure.
There aren't very many, but those present will scar.
They're only on my wrists because I can't reach my heart.
What if we were Angels, and could just fly away?
Away from the suffering, away from the pain?
Imagine escaping on silver-white wings,
Abandoning this world that burns and screams.
What if we were Angels, and could fly to the stars?
Dance with the moon, untouched and unmarred.
Imagine soaring on solar winds,
Seeing a galaxy without any sin.
What if we were Angels, and could fly straight to Heaven?
Love and forgiveness, so freely given.
Imagine the beauty, the perfection, the grace.
Can you even imagine such a place?
We could fly there, if we were Angels.
But I'm only human,
As hollow and fleeting as the cries of the gulls.
All of us are hurting, and none of us know why
Because everyone lies and everyone hides.
What if we were Angels, and to the sky we could rise?
But we sure as sin ain't Angels,
Cause not a one of us can fly.
Well, there it is. Not one of my happier pieces, but I am really pleased with it.
Let me know what you thought!