Butterflies

I have butterflies on my wrist,

the butterflies stay to keep me company

Although, when I have a bad day

 they fly away

And they leave me unmasked

 

until later that night, 

I take a knife

carve myself a butterfly

 

Except this one is not as nice

it stings and it burns

and it leaves me unalive

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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