Torn to pieces
I breath in the misery and guilt we all hold.
In and out
I lay in ground grasping for air.
Can you see what I see?
Lifeless, with no use.
A broken butterfly without it's wings.

What did I have become?
Consume and eaten up.
Loneliness is label over my chest.
I hold myself into the end.
Rip open reviewing my shame.

A broken butterfly that's who I am.
No chance to fly.
No chance to live.
Reality is a legend without a happy ending.

Walking with no direction.
Lost in fear.
My screams don't longer comfort me.
I'm most near....I'm no longer here.