It’s on nights like these
You feel like it isn’t worth
Going on another day
It hurts too bad
When you try to stay
It feels like your only options
Are the razor blade
Or leaving this place
But before you give up
Let me tell you a story
This isn’t an ordinary story
It’s a true story
But at the same time
I’m making it up right now
There was this girl
Her name was Abigail
Abigail was a caterpillar
She was born with many siblings
Lots of brothers and lots of sisters
They were a pretty happy family
But when they were still young
All of her siblings were murdered
As were her parents
Abigail was left completely alone
It took her a little while to get the
Hang of surviving on her own
But eventually she did
It was just after she got used to living on her own
That it seemed like things when downhill again
Abigail liked food. A lot.
She couldn’t control herself
She tried eating healthy things
Like salad and fruit
But she ate so much that even
The healthy food made her gain weight
She ate food
She dreamed food
She lived food
Abigail became obsessed with food
As if being overweight
Wasn’t bad enough
She was constantly made fun of
Because of her eating habits
Abigail’s biggest dream
Was to fall in love
But it seemed impossible
Because she was always torn down
She used to think that
If someone would just give her a chance
They would maybe possibly like her
And someday they might even
Fall in love with her
She was sure that true beauty
Was stored in her heart
Not in how thin her body was
But as the bullying continued
She decided she wasn’t beautiful
Not even on the inside
It was at this point
Abigail decided to commit suicide
She didn’t have pills
She didn’t have a knife
She didn’t have anything that kills
Or anything to take her life
She was sitting in her room
When she decided to die
And the only thing near
Was a silk blanket
She decided that she would suffocate
Herself with the blanket
Slowly, she wrapped herself in silk
She took one deep breath
And she squeezed her eyes tight
As she released that last breath
Her eyes relaxed
But she didn’t die
She opened her eyes
When she awoke
She felt like she was in a new life
She looked in the mirror
Abigail was a butterfly
She had to endure the trials of life
In order to become the beauty
That is a butterfly
In the deepest pain
Abigail found life
Just when the caterpillar
Thought her world was over
She became a butterfly
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
It’s on nights like these
You feel like it isn’t worth
Going on another day
It hurts too bad
When you try to stay
It feels like your only options
Are the razor blade
Or leaving this place
But before you give up
Let me tell you a story
This isn’t an ordinary story
It’s a true story
But at the same time
I’m making it up right now
There was this girl
Her name was Abigail
Abigail was a caterpillar
She was born with many siblings
Lots of brothers and lots of sisters
They were a pretty happy family
But when they were still young
All of her siblings were murdered
As were her parents
Abigail was left completely alone
It took her a little while to get the
Hang of surviving on her own
But eventually she did
It was just after she got used to living on her own
That it seemed like things when downhill again
Abigail liked food. A lot.
She couldn’t control herself
She tried eating healthy things
Like salad and fruit
But she ate so much that even
The healthy food made her gain weight
She ate food
She dreamed food
She lived food
Abigail became obsessed with food
As if being overweight
Wasn’t bad enough
She was constantly made fun of
Because of her eating habits
Abigail’s biggest dream
Was to fall in love
But it seemed impossible
Because she was always torn down
She used to think that
If someone would just give her a chance
They would maybe possibly like her
And someday they might even
Fall in love with her
She was sure that true beauty
Was stored in her heart
Not in how thin her body was
But as the bullying continued
She decided she wasn’t beautiful
Not even on the inside
It was at this point
Abigail decided to commit suicide
She didn’t have pills
She didn’t have a knife
She didn’t have anything that kills
Or anything to take her life
She was sitting in her room
When she decided to die
And the only thing near
Was a silk blanket
She decided that she would suffocate
Herself with the blanket
Slowly, she wrapped herself in silk
She took one deep breath
And she squeezed her eyes tight
As she released that last breath
Her eyes relaxed
But she didn’t die
She opened her eyes
When she awoke
She felt like she was in a new life
She looked in the mirror
Abigail was a butterfly
She had to endure the trials of life
In order to become the beauty
That is a butterfly
In the deepest pain
Abigail found life
Just when the caterpillar
Thought her world was over
She became a butterfly
1/11/2013
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