I see the cuts you made
4-inches with a razor blade
Cold steele on warm flesh is not a fair fight
And neither are bureaucratic lies and media cleansings
Wings dipped in ink are still wings
Because an Angel is still an Angel
and when he touched you your mirror shattered into 100 pieces
But now there are 100 more pieces of you to love
each bigger and brighter than the last
Your mind never lost it's shine
You were just focused on everything else
The money, the lies, the fights and the regrets
But Never regret You
Because You are worth it
My dear shattered Angel.
I wish i was good at writing stuffs ;u; keep it up!
and when he touched you your mirror shattered into 100 pieces / But now there are 100 more pieces of you to love / each bigger and brighter than the last
These lines made me cry.