I walk alone in the moonlight.
I hear the cries of a small child.
I followed the sound.
And there i saw him.
...
There is a hole in my heart.
There is a hole in my soul.
There is a hole in my mind.
there is a hole in my body.
...
Alone in the dark.
All by myself.
I hear the constant cries of my soul.
It's shattered.
...
My tears do they mean nothing to you.
My wrist, do you not see the scars upon them.
My heart do you not see it bleed.
Do you even care if it does.
...
The sorrow of my broken heart
has become to hard to bare.
I am in pain
yet nobody notices.
...
Is there any one who cares.
Is there any who loves me.
I need someone who cares.
I need someone i can trust.
...
I never thought I would loose you.
But I guess I was wrong.
Now that you know my true feelings you left me.
I didn’t want you to know at the time.
...
The demon has yet to return to her soul.
For once in her life she is free.
she is dying but thankfully she doesnt know it.
Her wounds are finally healed and no scars are left behind.
...
I live in the darkness of my mind.
I like it here.
I don't plan to leave.
My body is frozen and cold here.
...
What is love?
Shouldn't love be when you are cared about.
Shouldn't it be when you are held in their arms.
Tell me what is love.
...
My tears have turned to dust.
My heart has turned to stone.
I can no longer sense you here.
So why do you stay.
...
My heart is broken.
My soul is lost.
You lied. You lied to me.
You promised me that you loved me.
...
I watch him.
I watch him play.
He seems so happy here.
His beautiful wings spread a far
...
you are my demonic angel.
you tried to kill me with your love.
but you didn't succeed.
you tried to burn me with your lies
...
My body is frozen
from your betrayal
My soul is shattered
from your hate.
...
ALL POEMS WRITTEN ABOUT ANGELS WERE WRITTEN BY MY BROTHER MICHEAL! ! ! I was born on January 30 1995. I grew up in a small town in Mississippi. I attended the school in my area(and still do) . Everyday at school was a walking nightmare for me when i got to highschool. I was teh only person at school who was different. Everyone else wore pants and cowboy boots, but i wore converse jeans and black shirts. I Have many nicknames Including Emo girl, Suicide freak, and many others. Becasue i was diffrent i didnt have many freinds..)
Broken Angel
I walk alone in the moonlight.
I hear the cries of a small child.
I followed the sound.
And there i saw him.
Dying on the ground.
A sweet little angel.
Stripped of his wings.
In a pool of crimson blood.
I ran to hold him in my arms.
He looked so fimilar.
Yet i did not know him.
His tears turned to blood.
And i knew he was dying.
I wish i could stop it.
Why, why did this happan.
Why was this sweet little boy stripped of his wings.
His beautiful wings.
What did he do wrong.
He looked so innecent.
why did the angels take away his wings.
I need to know who is to blame.
I need to know who is to die next.
My poor little angel.
Just be calm.
Your death will not go unnoticed.
Trust me my angel.
they will pay.
All of them.
So sleep now.
Sleep my broken angel.
I have read all of your poems, i hope your feeling better now. I hope you have found happiness. XxX
I feel the same exact way