Butterflies are beautiful with their wings of distinct colors and shapes.
But I'm a butterfly with broken and faded wings, without color or life,
My color dulled by the rain of my tears
I wasn't always like this, there was a time when I was happy.
I lost pieces of my wings and their colors so fast that I really don't remember what they were like before.
He tore off a piece of my wings
He took my freedom with him.
They locked me in a jar and I didn't learn to fly on my own.
My colors, my happiness, almost disappeared
My wings are no more colorful or strong than a dry leaf.
The one who has full wings flies with agility and elegance,
I move awkwardly and try to hide my wings,
the proof that I was wronged.
Don't hurt me anymore please, I dont think I can handle it.
The other butterflies are like magnets because of their beauty,
I repel them with my sadness.
I am a lonely broken butterfly in this big world
I am broken, hurt, and lost.
A butterfly with broken wings, that's me.
Scarred inside and out.
If you reach out to help and I fly away
It's not your fault, it's mine
My scars still hurt and it's hard for me not to tremble when someone approaches.
I'm afraid that seeing my wounds and my pale being up close will push you away, hurt you, or tire you.
Flying with the damage I have is exhausting and painful,
I fly through storm and sun, cross a river and feel like it's the big blue ocean.
I must guard against the wind of pain and the rain of suffering.
Still, at times I feel swept away by the breeze and thrown on the rocks of my trauma, I cry.
What would it be like if it were complete?
What would it be like if I hadn't been hurt?
That is the only object of my desires, is that selfish?
Time flies faster than I do and now there are only memories left
Pain, my friend, or were you my enemy?
I don't remember anymore, your company I sometimes miss.
I wish, I long, to go back to the days before I was hurt.
A happy little girl again, I smiled and ran through the garden. But my deep wounds bring me back to reality.
I would like to go back in time and appreciate the good times a little more, not take them for granted.
Now I try to fly between fears and sadness
Like a tornado sweeps me away, it hurts me and I cry.
But, even a butterfly with broken wings can fly. So I'm going to keep flapping my broken wings fighting this tornado.
I tried repairing my wings with paint and paper.
I didn't show my pain, hide with a smile, but the rain ruined everything.
Rain, let me hide my pain, please.
I look at my reflection, ruined by the rain of memories, and I can't stand myself.
I'm a ruined, broken, and bruised butterfly.
Save me from this living death, tell me that my wings are beautiful.
Lie to me, I beg you
Don't let this butterfly drown in the ocean her own mind.
Because I can still fly, I'm not pretty or fancy. But I still breathe.
Getting out of the ocean of my mind can be difficult, but I will do it.
I'll fly until my wings can't take it anymore.
I will be patient and not give up, I will try to fly again and again.
I may feel like a butterfly with broken wings, small and insignificant.
But I'll face the ocean, dangerous roads, and tornadoes.
I will find a field of flowers in this cruel world.
And there I will rest, proud that I didn't give up.
I will be in the company of those who love me even though I am dull and pale and even though I have broken wings.
I promise myself I won't give up, I'll fly.
-Becca-
