A poem…

Little angel, don’t you see how beautiful you are?
It’s time to stand up and wipe the blood from your eyes.
You are fighting this hopelessness and the end  seems so far.
For every second that passes, it feels like a part of you dies.
And they make you feel as if your feelings are not up to par.
But it is time to be strong cus I’m right beside you, fighting the lies