Fallen, I have fallen.

The once great Maximum Ride has fallen.

I was once told that I was beautiful, now I see.

It was a lie. I am a fallen angel.

No longer a creature of power.

Just a mistake. Something that not even hell would want.

This knowledge does not cause me pain.

I have fulfilled my purpose, and now I have fallen.

And the fallen, have no place among angels.

I have fallen, I feel no resentment. In fact I feel nothing.

I was a stain, but I was loved.

But I am not sad because it is over, I am grateful that I was allowed to have it.

I know that I have no heaven to look to. No light to follow.

I am okay with that, I think.

But even if I wasn't I don't have a choice.

Because I have fallen. A fallen angel.

I have a family somewhere, and someone that loved me. But now I have to leave that.

I was given a purpose. And now that I have fulfilled my purpose, I must leave.

I don't get to stay on the earth I saved. And I don't get to be Maximum Ride anymore.

I have made a place for the worthy to live. And I am okay that I must leave now. I think.

I know that I will be missed, even if I shouldn't be.

I was loved, and I am grateful.

But now I must be erased, that is why I was made, to save and then disappear.

I will not mourn. I have had more than most.

I was in love.

I hated, and was hated.

I was a mother, and a sister.

I was a friend.

I was an enemy..

And I was a leader.

This last mention is the one I cherish the most.

It meant that I was needed. It is good to be needed.

But at sometime, the chicks need to fly the nest.

That time has come and passed. For me, I am still loved. Just no longer needed.

That's okay, I think.

Either way I don't have a choice.

I have lived a life, which was wonderful, and horrible.

So many contradictions. It's not supposed to be that way, but it is. And so much more.

A baby, and a mother. A sister and a brother. A son and a father.

So many, so much to love. Yet so much pain. How?

How can something so beautiful be so painful?

I don't know. And that's okay. I think

I don't mind not knowing. I rest in the peace that I wasn't meant to know.

I am not worthy.

I am not beautiful.

I am not needed.

But I was at one time. And that I am thankful for.

So I rest in peace as I leave behind, this world…

And that is okay, I think.