you had to hurt me
clipped my butterfly wings
you didn't want to see me shine
you kept me in your cage
fed me poison to slowly kill me
the colors deteriorated my wings
you put needles through my heart
and played in my blood
submerged me in acid
hung me up for a souvenir
for you to brag; to feed your ego
YOU ARE READING
they come, they go
Randomi write to alleviate my mind of overwhelming thoughts that choke me at night.
