i should refrain
from spilling my tears
over someone
who doesn't even care

my mom keeps asking me if i'm alright
but how can i answer her
when even i don't know
if i am moderately fine

forced to grow up at such a young age
my father stopped reading me those bedtime stories
and the next thing i knew, i was alone
with nobody to save me from my worries

a young girl with a dream that would never come true
too naive to see through all the lies
and the pain behind her rose-colored glasses
that covered her sorrowful eyes

and as i sit in my tiny new room crying at 4 am on the carpeted floor
i realize that my mom won't comfort me like she used to
i'm alone in this world and i can never break through

i have too many emotions
that can never be put into words

sometimes i'm trapped in my own mind
do i need help or am i alright
with falling apart and breaking my bones
is there a person in this world who actually knows?

butterflies would always find me
in the dark

butterflies would always find me
to break my heart

butterflies would always find me
in my deepest dreams

butterflies would always find me
everytime somebody would leave

you know my name
but not my story

you know my grades
but not my glory

you know my size
but not my perception

you know my fall
but not my redemption