An Angel with Dark Wings

Using myself as the character, but giving it the form that more people can relate to. People don't seem to take male depression/self harm/suicidal thoughts as seriously as they should.

There once was a girl with a heart of gold, whose kindness was never slack

She wore dark clothing and her skin was pale, her hair was void and black

Whenever she could, she would help anyone, with whatever they might need

And no one ever, questioned if she, was more than what she seemed

 

“Call me whenever you need me” she’d say, a hopeful look in her eye

Always wanting to help people with, their problems and no one asked why

From boyfriends to girlfriends from parents to pets, her advice was always the best

She laughed it off, when despite her intentions, her offers were met with jest

 

But then one day, she didn't arrive, to school on Monday morn

And all those who used her, wanted her attention, didn’t know where she had gone

Her parents found out, when she didn’t come down, to breakfast for jam and bread

They saw the rope around her neck, they knew that she was dead

 

They came to the house, one by one, to deal with how they feel

She was always an angel, with a heart of gold, how could they possibly deal

With the fact that the girl, who gave them the world, who never asked for it back

Had needed attention, all to her own, her world, her life, was black

 

She always wore sleeves to cover the scars, her pain, she couldn’t bear

She wept and she moaned, totally alone, for they never knew they were there

For every piece of advice, and every offer of company, was much, much more than it seemed

Every time she would ask, was a cry for help, for inside her, darkness teemed

 

Never forget, that those who you know, who you use for advice when you are in need

Sometimes need more, than you do at times, they want not your time for greed

For this pale black haired girl, who always wore sleeves, is gone now and so we sing

Love your friends, your family, yourself, and your angels with dark, broken wings