Angels

Angels are the ones, I've heard, 
Who take to heart every word, 
Who tire of this cruel world.
And wish to return to heaven again... 

Angels are the ones who's hearts stay broken,
Both by what's said and left unspoken, 
Who dream of better days, and think,
"When can I go home again?"

Angels are the ones who mark each wrist,
And encourage others to still persist,
Who hide their pain, not hurt anyone else,
Let it destroy only themself.

Angels are the ones who cry,
Who inwardly they wish to die, 
Wishing to return to heaven,
Unfit for life in a world like this.