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[aid] => mick
[title] => Depressed Little Angel
[time] => 2004-05-13 11:33:10
[hometext] => A story of an angel in false, and painful clothing
[bodytext] => Depressed little angel why do you cry? Depressed little angel just wants to die. Her wings are broken, her feathers fallen. Her heart is ripped, her blood is sprayed across the lawn. Depressed little angel are you still alive? Depressed little angel taking the grim reapers bribe. Her eyes are glazed over, her heart doesn’t care. Her feet are not planted or safe anywhere. Depressed little angel please be my strength. Depressed little angel can’t even crawl a room’s length. Her eyes see no features in the darkness only suffering. The razors on her arms serve no meaning except purifying. Depressed little angel she can’t walk anymore. Depressed little angel rotting in her bloody core. Her skin is soft and smooth rough only at the scars. Her mind is warped and trapped in it’s own bars. Depressed little angel her lips held tight as she refuses to shout. Depressed little angel her held in pain mistaken as a pout. She’s on her knees about to cry. She’s lost and she can’t even see why. Depressed little angel, an angel they say. Depressed little angel, innocent and perfect in every damn way. She looks so happy sitting with her friends. Never think she’s counting down until the pain ends. Depressed little angel, her heart crying out. Depressed little angel, things aren’t as they seem. Her friends know the truth that she’s not ok. Her friends don’t know that her soul’s already decayed. Depressed little angel she quietly grips the blade. Depressed little angel she cries as the light fades. Her scarlet blood runs thick on the grass before her. Her breath pauses as the morning bird’s begin to stir. Depressed little angel where have you gone? Depressed little angel dead on the lawn. Her memory is leaving without a trace. Just like the makeup painted on her pale face. Depressed little angel why did you go? Depressed little angel this can’t be the end of the show. There’s nothing left, no reruns replayed. Her mind is gone her body follows and starts to decay. Depressed little angel, who is this you say? Depressed little angel, doesn’t matter she’s dead anyway. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 68 [informant] => NirvanaLotus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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