Flying With the Angels

Deprived of love,

I’ll never rise above

What I’ve become inside.

Oh! what a cost,

To be loved and then lost.

I can’t even find me.

I try and I look,

But feelings can’t be shook.

Loneliness is consuming.

Alone and depressed,

Words never expressed.

Everything is bottled up.

Secrets will remain

To hide the pain,

Just to protect myself.

One day I’ll be gone,

No longer a pawn.

Eventually I will win.

You won’t hurt me.

I’ll be so free,

Flying with the angels.

*note: I wrote this poem 3 years ago. I’m fine. Have no worries*