Bleeding...

Crying...

Hurting...

Dying...

Self-harm is not the way to go.

Everybody is beautiful, inside and out.

As black as night, or as white as snow.

There are some pains nobody can know.

Bleeding is just an obstacle.

Crying is just an excuse.

Hurting is just a mask.

Dying is just a phase.

Cutting is how you escape.

But what should you cut?

Your wrists? Your arms?

Your chest? Your thighs?

All the cuts just make an empty space in the sky

For you, the beautiful and gentle butterfly.