Feathers of all,
all angels around.
Dance above,
what we call a "frown".
One angel tho,
she misses her wings.
Feathers on the ground
as she feels her heart very slowly beat.
Her tears shed softly
as all around,
all around laugh
at her blood laying on the ground.
The world wasn't made for her,
she knows that.
At night, there she goes,
dead on the ground.
A letter she left,
left for all to read.
Unfold it carefully,
or it'll bleed.
"I'm sorry mom and bro,
this world just wasn't for me.
I cried all day,
I hope I'll get to see...
I'll get to see you strong,
because your fighters.
I know in a year you'll forget me,
I won't be mad,
I promise.
Mom, bro,
tell dad half was his fault.
His daughter is dead upon this Earth.
And tell everybody who bullied me at school, I died in vain.
It's all their fault
and all my mistake."
This message counts for all,
who bully the innocent.
I hope the easy takers,
learn their lesson one day.
©lyria
L