Curled up in the corner,
I sit and think.
I know these thoughts are dangerous,
so I push them away.
But they never stop haunting me.
Why do I feel so alone?
What did I do to deserve this?
The torment of not knowing answers,
kills me inside.

Just then, as all seems lost,
an angel walks in.
The heavy black cloud is lifted,
by his penetrating light.
I feel warm and loved;
a true happiness.
In his arms,
I feel I could spend eternity.

For once,
someone loves me for me,
not for who they think I am.
Finally, I can breath
from the choking smoke,
of loneliness.

He is my shelter,
my savior,
my light in the dark.
He is my Angel.