Not your angel

Un-angelic

I remember us hanging out

Young minds filled with doubt

I finally felt my first blackout

Too young but feeling burnt out

Just a sick college dropout.

I was eighteen, passed out.

You thought I was going to die

Ready to pray to the sky

You told me “Be a tough guy!”

I never knew the reason why 

My ankles filled with cigarette burns

Everyone showed their concern

I adored you to the point of no return.

I knew you were my downturn.

You are my depressed Kurt Cobain

At night I like hearing you complain.

I know you are still filled with vain.

We’re bonding over our shared pain.

Know that I can’t be your savior

I struggle with my own misbehavior.

I am not very strong nor angelic.

I am nothing but a broken dead relic.

Never going to be beautiful, tragic Devon

I’m crying tears she sends from heaven.

I promised her you are going to make it till 27.