The Diary of the Butterfly

Wonder

Wonder

I wonder if it's safe carrying all this hate in my soul,

Yesterday I thought I liked my eyes but today I don't anymore

There is nothing I like about myself

Be it physically, emotionally or mentally

I wish somebody would be kind enough to have their way with me and throw my remains in an alley

I serve no purpose so why do I get to live?

Is this what hell is?

Being tortured against my own free will?

Why can I not escape this loop?

Every day I get another reason to dine in gloom

I try my best to go about my days but the hatred I have for myself always looms over my head and that is not something that you can sweep out with a broom.

I don't want to be this way anymore

But what can I do?

This is a game of chess and to chess I am a fool.

In this life and every life afterwards, I will be as useless as tits on a bull.

   

TionaH🦋