A colored butterfly
Beautiful and free...
I want to be like you,
Strong, caring, generous...
Dont you understand that
If you keep slicing your wrists...
When the blood runs through my veins,
It feels like it dragging a ball and chain...
14 years into her life
she looks inside the mirror...
Little boys and girls,
Battle many things...
I’m sitting here reading
All of my suicide notes...
I hate the way things used to be.
I hate it when you look at me...
You say you fkn love me
And that you fkn care...
Sometimes i cry..all alone..
Because I\'m doing this on my own...
Fantastic opportunity offered,
That I really wanted to take...
ABCD please help me,
EFG he came after me...