Fallen Angel

As I search inside my soul, I feel a storm brewing

Though I try and deny it, I am the source of my undoing

Pain, anger, and depression have all but consumed me

I cry out, Stop the pain; there is no one to hear my plea



There in the shadows I see a face, one filled with sorrow

She gives me a half-smile; I have reason to see tomorrow

I walk over to her, as if compelled by some invisible force

A flash of clarity I just had; she has become my source



I extend my arm out towards her; she is clearly afraid

She wants to run away; but instead reaches for a razor blade

Her arms are revealed to me; they are riddled with scars

She tells me that she is ugly, but in her eyes I see the stars



Suddenly she collapses into my arms, the tears pouring out

I tell her I will always be there for her without a shadow of a doubt

Pulling back slightly, she asks, "Why are you so nice to me?"

In response I answer simply, "Because you allow me to be"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You know who you are; and thank you for giving me life every day.

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Candice Smith's picture

This one is actually quite moving for me. I have had simiar experiences with people that I know who've come to me and we save each other. Not necessarily from depression or suicide, but from anger. You are a great writer, I only wish that I could get my feelings to come across in my poems as well as this.

~Gentle Breezes~