I.
I'm a butterfly's
wings,
I'm delicate as a storm cloud.

II.
I might shatter if you touch me,
but broken glass hurts
the person who breaks it.

I.
Maybe there'll be victory in
an empty bottle,
but I don't think it'll last me
through the night.

I.
"Drink orange juice,
pet a puppy.
Take care of yourself."

II.
It's never came to my mind to
do such a thing.
Take care of
me?

III.
Whatever for?
She was always more
important.

I.
There's a lot of bruises
on my hands.

II.
I'm very sorry.
I know he isn't proud of me
for those.

III.
They always say
"It's just a cry for help",
and if it's only that,
shouldn't the cry be heeded?

IV.
If I need help desperately enough
to slam my bare hands into
porcelain tiles
maybe someone ought to listen.

I.
There's a stabbing
in between my ribs,
but it's from laughing.

II.
Used to be from
longing, a want for something.
Now it's physical pain;
I couldn't be happier.

I.
I'm ready to get better;
I'm ready to be well.

II.
I'm ready to walk with my head up,
and I'm ready to leave hell.

I.
Feeling safe with a person is
something I haven't done in a very long time
maybe not ever.

II.
And suddenly it feels like
everything,
and nothing's ever been better.