Angels gather round a hole
six feet deep and long
No flowers here among the grave
Only stains from springtime rain.

No one knows just who lays here
Or how long they have been at rest
The headstone scraped by heartless vandals
You can make out few letters at best.

Mortals desacrate the grave
They simply do not care
a place to take their anger out on
Is all they seem to see.

The Angels know who is here
She had no family or friends
Surrounded by people, She prayed for love
But recieved only hate in the end.

The Angels smirk and fly away
They only come here for a laugh
Even Heaven scorns the lonely girl
The world had deemed "OUTCAST"

Bravo!

...Geez...way to bring my mood down! Kidding, kidding, but it did give me a pang of sadness. A good thing, of course, it was effective. Just when I think I can't feel much more lonely, I read this. Bravo, yep.

bravo!!!!!! i really like it, it has such a powerful meaning
i luv it