She tried a project with butterflies
But all she did was make them die
They no longer flew
When she drew
The cuts across her skin
To try and kill the demons within
Since she killed such beautiful things
She decided to spread her own wings
So she thinks about trying to fly
Away from what she feels deep inside
As she thought of ending her life,
She talked to herself of the butterflies
I'll show you her mind
And the things she feels when she claims to be fine
I know what she feels because this girl is me. I find it hard to go on, being this lonely.
I don't want to hurt butterflies
But I'm afraid that it's one of the last things that keeps me alive
If I don't kill these beautiful things,
They might not be the only ones that end up dead
I'm just too tired of the tears I shed
Please don't let me hurt anymore butterflies
Be the one that prevents me from committing suicide
I tried a project with butterflies
But all I do is make them die
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Suicide, Depression and Self-harm Quotes
RandomPoems and parts about suicide, self-harm, etc. *trigger warning* Some entries contain material not suited for some viewers, read at your own risk
