Some say there are angels.
But is such a bold claim true?
Can there truly still be some,
So pure,
So full of light,
And hold their head up high?

If there are angels,
There are demons.
Where there is light,
There is always darkness,
Writhing just under the surface,
Or possibly bursting outward,
Too daring and devilish for a mask.

What of the fallen?
Once angels;
Fighting for their way back,
Battling the demons relentlessly,
And falling all around us?

Once, I was such a creature...
A child,
Able to see the dark,
But working past it,
Then one day,
It overwhelmed me,
Tried to consume me,
And in part, it did...

Now, I am one of the fallen,
One of the broken...
I try so hard to help,
Sometimes I do,
But in the end,
All I do is harm...

So many ways I have gone wrong,
So many ways I wish I could rewrite that song,
Yet I've lost the road,
Breaking from the one I was supposed to follow...

Sorry, but I'm not your good girl anymore.
Sorry, but I'm not really happy.
Sorry, but I just can't keep going.
Sorry, but I just can't keep lying.
Sorry for not being good enough.
Sorry, but I'm not your little angel.
I guess I never was meant to be anyway...

It's all been bottled up,
Waiting for the right time,
But I guess I should leave,
Go out the door,
You'll be done with me.

I'll stop tearing your world apart,
I'll stop being the reason you stress,
I'll stop pretending,
I'll stop wasting your time,
I'll stop being a waste of space...

Once an angel,
Not quite a demon,
So here I am,
There I was,
Here I go...

- Jay M
March 24th, 2019