sometimes i would wake up
in the middle of the
night and wonder
where was i supposed to be if not here
where do broken souls go
where do we start and end
where do we seek help
in the middle of the day
as moon turns into sun
i begin to pretend that
somewhere inside is taking
advantage of the sunlight
wanting to break free before the
cold night approaches
i failed, i dream myself told myself
you failed and i'm in the
dark
the dark is where you're supposed to be
i told me, no
no one is keeping me here
not even me can keep me
no one can cage me
i wept
for nights i failed to
save myself
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butter fly thoughts
Poetryfor when the butterfly comes and my words with it, hope it reaches you and your soul. a four-part collection of just words with feelings. might not be for everyone. ✐ DISCLAIMER: May contain mature content. Read at your own risk.
