Cynthia My Angel

She was my angel but now she's gone. Strangely I feel so alive now. She's better off anyway. She will have a good life. And I will always be her guardian angel whenever she needs it. I will always carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. Now that she's gone I know that she won't have to carry it with me, and because of that I will be able to smile. I will be her invisible guardian, always in the shadows, waiting for when she may need me to save her. She will be safe, but she's not mine anymore. Cynthia, my angel, no more.