The ending Stories

Torn to piecesI breath in the misery and guilt we all hold.In and outI 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 e...