Butterflies fluttering in my chest
Yearning for something to let them out
I find it in the bottom of a sewer and ingest
The butterflies calm so how can I live without?
There’s no way out this prison of addiction
I visit myself only to see a distorted me
Sick I vomit living with this affliction
Is death the only key to be free?
My house is on fire I have nothing left
I’m a baby bird, fell out my nest
Wings to small to fly, the ants come, I am bereft
Drowning in the ocean where is my life vest?
Stalking me once again he is after me
I hide and try to wait until he leaves
I’m caught and he makes me ashamed why can’t I flee?
Broken and hurt, all that’s left is debris