The Angel I Once Was

I was an angel

So lovely,

So pure,

So innocent.

But years of pain on my shoulders weighed me down.

No hand guided me.

No one bothered to pull me above the water.

I let myself walk in the rain.

Hoping others would be happy, if I was the one in pain

Me as their walking stick

And them as the one I carry,

It was my job to keep them happy

It was not my task but I was too blind.

I was so concerned about how others felt,

So caught up in everyones elses happiness,

It seemed I let my own smile fade.

I save anyone, but who saves me?

No one saves me.

I am a sinner.

I am a demon.

I am a devil.

I’m a dying saint.

Whatever you call me,

It all means the same.

I used to be Free!

I used to fly!

No one made me this way...

Was it that I was too nice???

I cared for everyone!

I held their hand!

I walked through fire,

From my own commands!

I saved others,

Who couldn’t save themselves,

So why did I break??

I guess I was overwhelmed???

Does this make me the bad guy?

The reason I am broken???

Was My kindness my weakness...

Was It all so unspoken???

I don’t understand.

If I was so kind,

Why was my happiness,

The one thing I couldn’t find.

Maybe It is my fault,

Not all people clearly see.

But If I cared so much for everyone...

Why’d no one save me?