Butterflies

So sick of it all, I pick up a knife
I finally decide I'm tired of life

Sharp point pierce the skin
Trying to release the pain within

Think about all the years of grief
So many times, I tried to turn over a new leaf

Think about the people who pushed me down
The ones that promised to always be around

Think about the blood that will arise
Think about how hard it'll be to say goodbye

I stop and think of the ones who care
The ones who were always there

They really do love the one and only me
And to kill myslef, how cruel can I be?

To relive myself of the strife, but to only put it on them
to them, losing me is like losing a precious gem

So I stop and smile and drop the knife
I decide, i'm not qutting this job called life

I may be frustrated, but I'll do no harm
Instead I'll draw butterflies on my arm.

~MLH
[In thanks to the Butterfly Project, it saved a friend of mine]