I am a broken angel My wings beat and battered I never could fly My soul torn from my own traps I never was happy The love I tried to give Was poisoned and stale Bringing everyone else down around me Their pain is my pain But their happiness is my envy I am sorry for what I did I always tried to be pure But somehow failed to do so I prey to you now, God Though I know you're not there You never were there I'm asking for help from you To release my soul from your grasp Impossible You hate me for my defiance Though you're not there And I am a broken angel I am a broken angel My halo dented and cracked I always hated that thing You expect me to be good You expect me to be perfect But how can I live To those standards you put on me Tear away my flesh And leave my bleeding bones But remember this: I really am truly sorry For what I did to you And what I'm about to do So let my body descend to hell To meet the one they call Satan And love my memory For that is all you'll have left Cry for me if you must Always You always were the crying type But this should not surprise you You knew I was a broken angelBirth sign: Libra
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