A Butterfly On The Wind

I am alone; I feel not a thing,
But I feel trapped, and I feel dead.
Thoughts of what you put me through,
Are running through my head.

You say that I should pray to God,
That when I do, I shall be blessed;
But God doesn't listen, God doesn't care,
I must have gone and failed His test.

I feel broken, I feel bruised,
I sit in silence, and I cry;
I watch the world in all it's glory,
And how it seems to pass me by.

I feel no joy and laughter,
I feel no warmth in my heart,
All I feel is the pain,
And how it hit me like a dart.

I used to smile, I used to laugh,
I used to have a million friends;
But ever since this happened,
Everything I knew came to an end.

You can sit and stare at me,
And call me what you wish.
I'll sit here and watch the trees,
How in the wind they swish.

I feel your piercing glares,
No emotion on your face,
But soon I will be gone,
And leave behind not a trace.

I feel I am a butterfly,
With broken, beaten wings.
I cannot fly as I used to fly,
For I have lost, but everything.

You can forever call me what you wish,
You can forever sit and stare,
For I am just a butterfly on the wind,
Without a single care.