Poem (age 13) "angels"

all are angels
when they are born
their minds are not fogged
their hearts not yet torn
too young to understand
they live their lives half blind
knowing not their troubles
not paying any mind
but then they grow up
and they begin to see
whats really going on
how life can really be
but still theyre too young
to understand and to know
exactly what to do
and exactly where to go
now they feel the pain
they know its ok to cry
but still they are too young
to let their soul die
then they become teens
and it hits them now the most
now they trully know
and start to feel overdoced
now is when theyre depressed
when they cry themselves to sleep
when they start to slit their wrists
making sure to cut deep
now is when they look back
and realize their life was a living hell
they cant stand the people around them
and shy away from the house in which they dwell
an angel isnt an angel forever
soon they all do fall
they become one of the fallen
and they give up it all