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


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