A/N: So, this is the first official poem I have written and I have no idea how good or bad it turned out. I guess that is a warning in itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Exorcist or poor little Rin
WARNING: Suicide, or rather hints at suicide
The heavens seem so far away
And the world so small
Atop this brick building
That's never seemed so tall
I wonder how they grow
An angel's wings, I mean
Do they grow when they fall
Or from pain they see
Can a demon grow wings
All white like snow
It doesn't seem fair
For my wings to never grow
They all tell me the same
"Stupid demon swine!"
They can't kill my heart
'Cause this death is all mine
So I sit on this roof
Watching minutes go by
And here I wonder
How high could I fly
They always tell me
"Run demon, go die!"
But who would run
When you can easily fly
I may not have wings
Or the heart of a saint
But I will fly so high
With no minute to hate
You see, flying is easy
I'll show them all this
Just aim for the ground
And try not to miss
