The Diary of the Butterfly

Calm Before the Storm

Calm Before the Storm

By now my scars have taken over my body,

I have them on my wrists, thighs, legs and forearms;

Basically, anywhere the skin allows.

I don't cut to die any more,

That's pointless,

I cut because it distracts me from the pain,

It's like a drug and it keeps me numb,

My scars are symbols of pride,

Symbols that I have to hide,

Because people seem to always be in my business and I don't know why.

Cutting is fun and all but I still want to die,

And there is no one willing to take my life but I,

So, I went out and I bought some rope today,

Enough to turn myself into a kite

I picked a tree out couple weeks back,

In a spot where they'll never find my body until I start to rot.

Why?

Because for once I'd like to take their number one spot,

My mind is calm today for once,

You know, in a calm before the storm type of way.

I'll take a while to kick the bucket away,

Soak in all the pain one last time,

Then I'll let my feet hang.

TionaH🦋