The Fallen Angel’s Memory
No one notices her.
No one cares about her.
No one cares about her pain.
Nobody talks to her.
In their mind think
She is stupid.
She is poop.
She is bad.
She is weird.
Words are like a million daggers at her back.
They want her to disappear.
She wishes they are gone.
Leave her privacy alone.
They are nothing but the void itself.
It does not matter how she passed away.
She did not feel accepted by unethical people or others.
She did not feel fit in like a puzzle piece.
She was not an ordinary woman.
She never achieves her goals due to these circumstances.
In a place of filthiness, she is unclean and unwanted.
A fallen angel with a band-aid on her left eye,
Wearing ripped clothes,
And chains around her limps and neck are trapped.
She thinks herself worthless.
No chances are given.
No other ways to live another life.
Just pure sadness and chaos around her worsen
In an isolated state of mind.
Her eyes closed to slumber on the stone floor.
Getting away from the tunnel, the sounds, and the others.
She wants to be gone
Without the burden from the spirits and such.
Note: The fallen angel is the heart and wings. Has a band-aid in her left eye and has ripped clothes across her heart.