Artwork by Qvr6i
They call me an angel, but angels aren't supposed to feel this lonely.
They aren't supposed to stay awake at night thinking about someone they can never touch.
They aren't supposed to carry a heart this heavy.
I was given wings to fly above the world, yet somehow all they do is remind me how far away you are.
Every feather feels like a memory.
Every scar feels like your name.
And maybe that's my punishment.
Not falling from heaven.
Not losing my halo.
But loving someone who will never understand that they became my entire sky.
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Design by Qvr6i
I was small enough to fit inside your hands,
but somehow too small for this world to care.
I remember the warmth of the sun,
the sound of footsteps passing by,
and the stupid little hope that someone would stop.
Nobody did.
Now I’m just another broken thing on the ground,
another body people walk around,
another life that became invisible the moment it stopped moving.
I used to run from the rain.
I used to chase shadows.
I used to think every night would eventually end in morning.
I was wrong.
Maybe I wasn’t meant to live forever.
Maybe I only wanted someone to notice
that I was here.
And if there is a place beyond this cold earth,
I hope it is somewhere soft.
Somewhere nobody kicks.
Somewhere being small doesn’t mean being worthless.
I’m not angry anymore.
I’m just tired.
So please…
remember that I was alive
before I became a picture.
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