Broken butterfly

Hello! I've noticed you haven't logged onto this in 7 years so you might never see this.. but I made an account on here to comment and let you know that I'm analyzing your poem for a project in my Enlgish class! I hope this is okay:( I couldn't find your real name to credit you by, but I will of course include your alias! dw!! The assignment I mentioned earlier has us analyze and compare a song and poem with similar themes. Your poem matched well with a song I really love by BTS called Butterfly. The song expresses how it feels to love someone who is experiencing severe depression. Your poem and the song compliment each other so well. It gives the perspective of the person that is lost and depressed instead of how their lover feels. I know this might be weird making a vison in my mind like that, but I was really looking for a poem that could do this! I understand if it's too much and I do apologize if it makes you uncomfy:( Your poem cut kinda deep ngl and I'm a little thrown off that you were my age when you wrote it, 15. I've gone through all your other poems and I'm kind of disappointed it took me this long to stumble upon them. I can sense some were done quickly amidst a rush of emotions, but in a way it makes me relate even more to them. They also bring me a weird sense of comfort. I am a little worried about how you are now, but I'm going to choose to believe your doing better because that's what I want for myself when I feel that way.. Thank you for putting your work out there! It allowed me to eventually read them, even if it was this many years later.

I love all of your piem sim. You truly are a unique poet.

I do love you describe your self as a butterfly here. As I use butterflies a lot in my poems. Depression I feel are the broken wings so fragile but yet so beautiful on the inside of your soul. Again I love the past line because you really do want to fly high away from your past. I can imagine the birds flying so very high and nothing can really stop them while the butterfly is on the ground crying her little eyes out.

Depreasion has made you feel useless just like the broken wings leaving you with chips and tears in your heart. You won't make it back alive so you push forward one more time or you die trying. I love how the butterfly learns to soar higher so there is true hope inside after all. For one day you knew what it was like to be happy. I love the elements here. Very sad then happy and hopeful. You write beautiful. Miss butterfly lol. 5/5

Awww this is really purdy.