Butterflies

For once I felt free,
Like a butterfly,
Instead of chained to my life,
Like a dog who never gets to go inside.

Train wreck

Because right now,
I’m shattered,
My soul crushed into a million pieces,
One for each lie you ever told me.

I’m stoned.
And I swear to god,
I can feel sadness washing through my body.

Trees and grass and sky,
Running together,
Then fading away.
I’m out of control.

The lights flicker overhead,
And they’re oddly relatable.

I started running.
Running from my problems,
Running from my passions,
Running straight toward the edge of a cliff.

When the world is falling apart,
Fault lines forming scars on your arms,
Focus on the little things, he said.