My best friend had been the keeper of my butterfly
Ever since I found her that day with that razor
I named her after me
And made her promise to never hurt her
For if she did the butterfly would die
Everyday after that I went to check on my butterfly
Making sure she was the same as I had left her
And that she wasn't hurt
Seeing the butterfly alive brought a smile to my face
That meant not one, but two people were saved
Each day she would tell me
"I can't hold on any longer."
And I would show her the butterfly
Taking her arm and turning around to show her wrist
Reminding her of her promise
And she would stop for the moment
One day I couldn't check on my butterfly
I was very sick that day
So it would have to wait until tomorrow
When I was better
I sure hoped they were both okay
The next day I went to check on my butterfly
Unfortunatly she had flown away into heaven
Two people had that day actually
The other my best friend
Leaving a young girl
With blood stained wrists and plenty of scars
With only the remnants of a butterfly drawn on her wrist
And each night
I would look up to the stars
And speak to the butterfly
Let out three little words
"Keep her safe"
Remembering her always
Fly away my little butterfly.
