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This is me. The healer. The person who, despite the pain it causes themselves, does anything for the people they care about. I'm one of those people who would stand in a storm and scream my defiance to the heavens if it would change anything. I can and have taken the weight of my friend's problems, borne it and will bear it again. I don't care how much it hurts me. The fact that I can make a difference is enough. Thus, I stand. The Broken Winged Seraphim.

The Broken Seraphim, The product of an Angel who let his emotions carry him, because he thought forever could exist without a lot of hurt, who thought He'd be the one to never hurt her. And never regret every second. Well he ******** up. And years later, he feels it. Oh god he feels it. He reads up on the life he left behind and cringes harder with every word, every sappy little word. Because every time. Every GODDAMN TIME! he remembers that it could have been him...

Maybe? ;-;

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Take the light, and darken everything around me
Call the clowns and listen closely I'm lost without you!
Call your name every day when I feel so helpless
I've fallen, Don't think I can rise above this, rise above this!

Modified lyrics: Rise Above This