Giving letter

This isn't a goodbye just a giving letter

Please let me go

But don't end my suffering

Wipe the tears from my face

And send me on my way

Tell them I won't miss them

Tell them I loved

Tell the truth

Tell them

"If I was an angel, society has clipped my wings, tied me up, locked me in my own cell of despair, my own hell, and gave me no choice but to fly back to heaven"

They gave me no choice I swear

I fought for the longest time

I drugged myself with hope and happiness

But I ran out and my dealer overdosed

So I had to give in

And this is my giving letter

 

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Emotion like the rising currents. And where oh where does this Angel hide off to? If only to know, that others too hide from humanity