Dean is mourning Castiel yet again, unable to deal with the fact that he keeps losing the angel he loves.
I carry a candle,
Sleep never comes quick enough,
I always remember those matches in my back pocket.
NOT MY POEM**
* Not for children.
The road to Hell is more like a slide until you start to feel the burn of friction.
Don't say I'm a bad person for surviving
does hint at sexual abuse and rape - not explicitly said. talks about strength.
For how long are we supposed to carry our sadness on our backs? It's time to recover, my friend.