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