Hello, my beautiful lovely strong butterflies.
I can't seem to focus.
I was high last night.
That's prolly why.
Admit it.
You're curious.
You want to know why.
You want to know why??
Because I have no space left on my wrist for the blade to cut.
I am fucked.
Royally.
How does feel?
Whoever asked me this question is a dumb fuck.
I'm sorry.
But you are.
It feels like dying.
Dying while waiting to die.
Does that make sense?
I didn't think so.
That's why
you shouldn't ask.
I swallowed the pain down again today.
Maybe there was a better way
to cope with all the thoughts going
round
and round
in my head
like a
fucking
carousel.
I'm sorry.
I know I've treated this like a game at times.
First one down, wins the fucking cake.
But its real this time.
I know it.
And I'm sorry.
My Butterflies,
You're all so strong,
So beautiful,
so precious.
Please don't make
the same mistake
as me.
You are loved.
You are cared about.
And always will be.
Forgive me, please
If this seems selfish.
Goodbye, My Lovelies.
~Indigo
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