Burden.

Being a burden. It hurts so much.

I sing softly in the dark.

Wondering why

Wondering how

Wondering if you’d ever be found.

If this is love,

then what is hate?

I watched your eyes turn red wih crying.

And saw your faith in love dissipate.

There was a trembling in your gaze but you rose and stood

All was lost

Because that one glint of heaven

That spark

Your eyes burned red with energy,

Your wings turned black

Your halo turned brown and shriveled up

Horns on your head

Tail flicking threateningly

Then you smiled.

I hear you sing softly

Maybe this is for the best

If my family hates me now

Let them pay

You summoned the forces of the

Dark

And flapped your wings

They used to be beautiful

Looking at your wings a tear

Slipped out

But it quickly disappeared

Hell’s fire too much to handle.

A fallen angel

Should feel no pain,

No emotion

Never belonging

One of the forgotten.

Fallen angels survive

Broken, torn

Ripped to shreds by both

Angels and devils

You cannot mourn

You cannot show fear of the strong

Hope is gone

Maybe the angels will win "forever"

Maybe devils will

Always on the island of

Forgotten souls.

Or the fallen will rise again

to see all of them lose

No more pain and no more anger

Only blind revenge.

Once an angel fell from the sky

No more love was given

Nothing there could be

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I’m afraid of being a burden, then being the source of pain for the people I love.

I’m afraid of exploding from the pressure one day, and then I can’t breathe.

I’m afraid that, I might hurt my loved ones and hell will break loose within my mind.

I’m afraid of what I am actually capable of.

I’m afraid to be hurt again.

I always thought that maybe, everyone would be better off if I didn’t exist. If I’d never met them.

I hate being the one that drags them down, the one that hurts them because I left.

I know that I am a bomb, for one thing.

I’m ready to explode, but I keep my temper in check.

I just. Want to minimalize the casualties in my emotional whirlwind.

Also. I’m afraid of death.

I don’t know. It’s contradicting.

Fears come out of nowhere, they come from experience and emotions.

I think the key is to live life straightforwardly. Don’t hesitate. Or you’re not going to able to do whatever you had planned for your life, and that would be a regret.

Life is too short to really have to fear, but it’s natural protection, I guess.