as i put this butterfly on my wrist my thigh and my fingers
i keep in my mind
if i pick up this blade
my butterfly will die
im the one who wanted be apart of this crusade
but isnt to live as live is to die
i shouldve juss left it alone
letting my butterfly breathe and sore in the wind
but my numbness and letting life to this is hard to mend
stay positive!! think of your replacements!
cant listen to music
and im writeing this but i think im about to lose it!
hmmm this butterflies effect
i think i know whats next....
i pick up the blade
stuck in this rut
i simply have to cut!
i throw it feeling even worse
"yes! i love you butterfly of course!"
im in this tug a war with depression
which ill either suceed or die trying
but im going to for a walk
just me and my butterfly
as we flow through the wind giveing this life a final spin
im thinking im going to let my butterfly win...