angel was thirteen
when she ran away
but well
no one noticed she
didn't stay

people screaming
and fighting
people being mean
her brain just couldn't handle
it anymore
she felt like a doll in a store

talk to her
whenever you feel like it

forget about her
whenever your life doesn't feel fair

hug her
without thinking about the times
you threw her away
acted like your life was the runway
and she was a forgotten accessory
not alive
being cut into a half
by your wordknife

angel was no doll
you have to understand
angel was no open book
agreeing blindly to the
assumptions you took

angel didn't feel
like smiling it away
angel didn't feel
like fighting with you
angel never told the true
angel felt the urge to
run

run run run