The Bleeding AngelA Poem by Soul FireA poem about pain![]() Bleeding Angel Her tethered wing, her torn face, She knew she was out of place. Hurtful words flew inside her like little birds. Her existence was full of hurt. She even forgot to fly, But what she didn’t forget is how much she wanted to die. Tears roll down her cheek, She feels like nothing, She feels So ugly, so weak. She just wants to fly away, She wants to, But not today. Her wings are tethered and torn, What happened to the beautiful feathers she had when she was born? A second tear rolls down her cheek, She’s a bleeding angel, So ugly, so weak.
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