The Story Of Butterfly (revised)

Loevely Butterfly
Die! He no longer cares.

Lovely butterfly,
You said that you'd do anything to make him happy. You said you would because you love him. It's turn you prove your love. Die lovely butterfly. It's exactly what he wants. He no longer cares about you. Die! Give him a lovely show....

Lovely Butterfly,
You always said you'd die without him. He's gone. It's about time you kept your word. Die Butterfly. Die Lovely Butterfly. Die

Butterfly,
It's not that he wants you to die- he doesn't care enough about you to wish you dead. But without him- why bother to stay alive?

Lovely Butterfly,
You use to smile for no reason. You use to laugh freely- not having to force it. But now he left you. He let you fall and hit the ground just like he proimsed time and time again that he never would. Your wings are broken- you'll never fly again. Your nothing now- a moth amid such beauty. You're another thing that takes up space. Be gone. Die Butterfly. Die. Do everyone a favor.

Butterfly
You're nothing now. You are less then the lowest of the moths. Get use to it. Your just another person he use to know. To him your just another girl. Consider yourself lucky- at least you were happy once. Savor the feeling. Savor the happiness you felt because you don't deserve to be that happy. You're not good enough to feel that way again. You never were.

Dear Butterfly
He promised you forever. He promised he'd never hurt you. He said he'd never make you cry. He swore to you that in the good and bad times, he'd care. But he lied. He left. He left you alone- lost and afraid. He doesn't love you anymore. Maybe he never did. Funny isn't it Butterfly, how forever went so fast? But why, despire all the pain he caused, can you not will yourself to hate him?

Dear Lovely Butterfly
You use to hear the things they said about you and then blow them off, knowing they were wrong. But lately it's gotten to the point where you aren't so sure anymore. You've finally come to realize that they weren't wrong. You were. You're everything they said you were... You're better off dead.

Lovely Butterfly
He said that before you came along, he wanted to die. Now he left you and is probably hoping your the one who'll die. LIke your family does. Your ugly. You're everything that everyone you love, hates. So why bother to love when you're not good enough to be loved back? Go away. Be Gone. Leave. Die. Leave everyone alone. Make the world a better place.

Butterfly
You see all the people around you. You see all the people who you use to love. Who you still love but distance yourself from. They ask you why you're pushing them away. You know why you push them away. You push them away to protect them from yourself. You don't want them to be exposed to your awfulness. You want to love them but you don't want to hurt them.

Dear Butterfly
Maybe it would be wasier on everyone if you died. Then your problems would be over. Then you mom would no longer have to look at you and see such a failure. Such a disappointment. Then your dad wouldn't have to be hide his face in public. Then you couldn't hurt anyone. You wouldn't have to be the cause of so many tears and fights. Perhaps, if you died, the world would change for the better.

Lovely Butterfly
You try to talk to people about the way you feel, but you don't know how to describe to them the throbing of your wrist, the emptiness of your stomach, and the sorness of your throat. You don't know how to tell them about the tears that lately, seem to always be on the verge of falling. You don't know how to explain the thoughts that race through your mind or the way you can feel your heart slowly breaking. Bleeding. You don't know how to make them see that whenever you hurt yourself- you do it so you can feel. That when your wrists are red, raw, and sore, when your stomach freshely emptied and your throat buring like it's on fire- you feel. You wish you could make them understand how much you love them. And how much you don't deserve their love.

*authors note: my ex use to call my his butterfly and so i wrote this in the weeks after he broke up with me