I never used to be like this, Not even 4 months ago, I never used to wake up feeling sick to my stomach, Disgusted with myself, that I'm a problem that people have to deal with, Filled with anxiety causing a shaking in my heart and ribs, These butterflies are not cute, They have wings of glass, puncturing me from the inside out. They're not because of you, but only a repercussion of thinking of you, and him, and her, and them, and then, and when, and how. You'll leave. He thought he didn't hurt me. She was the only thing I had. They showed me I can't be one of them. Then the butterflies awoke, When I couldn't cope, How can I trust that you won't do the same.