Suicidal Butterfly

Wailing beyond the after life
and screaming in my ears
lingering in the present life
stealing copyrighted tears.

Walking the halls
of inside my heart
I see a girl I call
'me'
I see her crying all alone
just waiting to be set free.

I notice now, she chained
and her eyeliner leaks, what a shame, and even though this girl is me, I do not know her name.

I wish to God you'd free her,
I wish to God, I hope she's real
she's the voice of a thousand girls
knowing exactly how you feel.

Weeping willow, weeping why?
I see and feel her there,
her tears leak on, into the sky
and hope to broken to repair.

A tattered bloody crisp sun set
a reality, that she is so fake
sun kissed face, but she can't smile
and still she lives in heartache.

She's my suicidal butterfly
a shadow of my insides
a replica of who I am
a girl to ashamed to stay alive.

She's my suicidal butterfly
and she lives a door down
from my soul
she's the girl that keeps on screaming, keeping me from becoming whole.

She's my suicidal butterfly
my suicidal mess
she's the reason that I cry
the reason for my distress.

And as I kill myself tonight
I feel obligated to tell them why
I write the letters long and sharp
'suicidal butterfly.'