Outside she was like a butterfly
Going from person to person
Making their day a little brighter
Trying to make everyone happy
Then comes her "friends"
The birds
They peck at her wings
Taking everything beautiful and lovely about her away
This is the routine everyday
She didn't mind
Everyday new wings would grow back
But falling apart day after day
Inside, the butterfly went into hiding
Behind dusty curtains
Trapped under blankets
In musty closets
Crying
The beautiful butterfly became melancholy
Not caring about others
She turned into nothing but a sad, lonely girl
And she realizes she has been one all along
~j.a~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
