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My family and friends used to call me an angel. Not for looks, but for the way I could always help someone out of their troubles, and the way that I could always keep a smile on my face. But the other night I couldn't. I realized that I tried my best to help other people with their problems just because I didn't want to deal with my own. I thought the only way I could tell people that was to write a poem. And this is what I came up with.

Tear Stained Cheeks & Blood Shot Eyes

© Sabrina
The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.

With tear stained cheeks,
Through blood shot eyes,
She saw only pain and suffer.
Love, she couldn't conquer.

As the blue sky faded to black,
Darkness filled her heart.
Her wings vanished from her back,
And her kindness fell apart.

Even with all her might,
Her dress still went black from white.
She was sent to save,
To help those who weren't brave.

But as she looked around,
At the marks she left...
Tear stained cheeks,
And blood shot eyes.

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Published: Sep 2008

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  • This poem really touched me because I used to do the same thing. I always helped others with their problems, instead of trying to make mine better. I had a breakdown, just like she did, and I realized that I can't keep focusing on helping everyone else, I had to help myself

    Hannah Watkins, North Carolina Submitted Feb 2010
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  • This touched me, because I used to be God's little angel, but now I'm sure I've sold my soul to the devil...

    Sarah,Tennessee Submitted Feb 2011
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  • This is completely like my day today, I always help my friends whenever there in need.. whereas with me, I cannot cope with my own problems..

    Amy, Cheltenham Submitted Apr 2011
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  • This has completely touched me because I do the exact same I help everybody else with their problems just so I don't have to cope with my own, it also touched because every now and again I realize that I'm helping everybody else and not myself so I break down and cry for about an hour, this poem has made me realize that I can't do this to myself anymore and that I need to help everyone else but most importantly help myself

    Lisa,Wales Submitted Oct 2011
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