Just another poem.

Fallen angel, down on her hands and knees
Soaked ground, wet from the emotion she bleeds
Shaken hands, troubled mind
Spinning world, slowing time
Hit so hard with words no one would want to hear
Tears blurring her vision, no longer does anything look clear

Fallen angel, no one stopping to give her a helping hand
Trampled wings, being stepped upon by those who dont understand
Torn soul, bleeding heart
Scratched skin, she’s ripped apart
Slammed to the ground by force of hurt
Spitting out what shes been treated like…dirt

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