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Angel {she lived, she died, she saw, she cried}


She walked through the streets,
looking at the mess she left,
seeing her crying parents, her sad friends,
while she knew they would never see her again.
She spread her wings of innocence,
however that wasn't how she'd been.
She'd left the world just a few days ago,
because of this one failed love.

Even though she was a pretty normal girl,
who had nice friends and nice parents,
people who'd alway be there for her,
she couldn't be completely happy, when she lived.

There was one boy she really loved,
even though he didn't love her back,
an one-sided love, and she couldn't take it,
so because of this boy, she left it all.
She left all of her good grades behind her,
her pleasant life, filled with fun,
how could it be possible,
for one person to ruin that?

One person made her grab a knife,
gave her power to cut more and more,
made her think she wasn't worth of living,
was the reason that she died.

And now she looked at all those people,
that were sad about her dead,
asking herself why she'd never realised,
the consequences of her own dead before.
And why then was it she had to stand up again,
why did she had to leave her blood-covered body,
was it so she would find out what she did,
to all those people that were close to her?

Her friends were crying,
trying to help eachother,
her parents didn't understand what happened,
and she also didn't, after all she saw.

But heaven still didn't allow her,
to find her peace in a safe place.
She didn't know what she could do,
to be allowed to pass that big door.
Why was the door now disappearing?
She really wasn't the only one who killed herself,
why was she the one being punished then?
Or, wasn't she the only, and did everyone had to see this?

Some tears escaped her eyes,
even when she didn't want to show them,
and when heaven finally sucked her up,
and allowed her to rest... she cried.


Ok, as I already said, since last year there were much more this year. But I really hope this poem can make some people think, 'cause killing yourself won't solve anything and will just make other people sad. And when it's over with a boy, there are enough boys in this world and when a boy can't love you for what you are he isn't worth your dead, really.