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Butterfly Aug 2010
Dripping torture
Pouring rain
Why did I let you
Cause me pain

My mind is torn
My life cut short
Why did I let you
Use me for sport

My soul was damaged
My crying was from the heart
Why did I let you
Control me from the start

Unused portions
Social distortions
Eat you up inside
Now to me...you have died.
Butterfly Aug 2010
i am broken
can you feel
your destroying me
i cant keep still

thoughts are racing
my mind is blank
who would have thought
you would use your rank

the places ive gone
the things ive had to see
broke down the bariers
so my eyes could see

searching for hope
in a world of broken glass
marked for a future
certain of death

the razor that sits
beside my skin
will help me be free
help me to win

sometimes i dream
of what it could have been
a world of pretty flowers and
no mention of your sins

the life i am in
is the one i shall stay
i want to break free
but then i wouldnt be me

when i can take no more
i shall warm my veins
cut deep...fall to the floor
Butterfly Aug 2010
you lied to me
i knew you would
my trust in you
is not good

i wanted to know
you wanted to hide
that secret part
that scary side

my gut says run
also my heart too
i thought there was something
when i looked at you

somewhere along the line
my heart got smarter
and my mind refused
a thought to barter

my safety is key
you have no right
sick and twisted
i refuse this fight

when you soon realize
how alone you are
you will then see
i am like a shooting star

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