The Diary of the Butterfly

Like I was Never There

Like I was Never There

All lives matter they say

But does my life count as well?

That couldn't be,

Because if it did how could you look at me and tell me I need to lose weight and walk away comfortably?

How can you look at me and tell me that I'm not pretty enough and not lose a wink of sleep?

How can you tell me there is nothing about me that will be worth anything and still think that you've reserved your space in heaven because your slate is clean?

Do you know what your words do to me?

Do you know how your words make me feel?

What if tomorrow you wake up and you heard they found me in a tree?

Swinging from a rope, two seconds later and my life would be taken from me, what then? what would you do?

If you saw me in the streets again, would you walk by me like you had no clue?

Would you pity me and tell me that the other day you were having a bad day and that I'm beautiful?

Or then would you lose sleep? Would you then feel a bit of remorse for walking away comfortably?

Words cut deeper than knives, and their scars last for a lifetime.

Every time I hear words like these, I get sad and blades run through my skin,

Everyday hoping that I will accidentally end this life of sin,

But of course you don't care,

You'll see me and you'll still stare,

You'll point and you'll jeer;

And if when I go home I never live to see another day you won't care,

You'll just hop on someone else's back like I was never there.

TionaH🦋