Shattered Butterflies

Shattered Butterflies short poem

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One deep breath of what yet lies,
Dream’s of shattered butterflies.
For like myself their wings are torn,
Silently broken they fly in mourn.
Blade’s of silver shining in the light,
Scarlet blood on my wrists, feels right.
Flowing beads. I watch trickle down,
Screaming relief yet making no sound.
A moonlit aura reflects off my tears,
As drainage begins I forget my fear’s.
Alone in a darkness I feel free my pain,
Demon’s whisper my forgotten name.
Slowly losing my familiar urge to cry,
My voice sing’s of my suicidal lullaby.
Hush little soul, to what has been said,
Fade on beautifully with blade’s of red.
Weep not your sorrow’s say goodbye,
Spread your wings in a boundless sky.
Behold your dreams that were hidden,
Where hope and faith were forbidden.
Twisted views unwind from my mind,
A music box plays of what’s left behind.

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