Butterfly
Trapped like a butterfly
In a gilt cage,
Wings of razor blades
Slashing at my skin.
Exposing my inner self to you,
Making me more vulnerable to you.

Praying for release,
Hoping for death.
I'm crying all the time,
Trying to find you,
Each attempt ending in tears
As the loss of you cuts deeper.

My hearts in agony,
My souls in shock,
I need you to come back to me,
I need you to be alive.
God please just kill me.
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