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Your Pessimistic Bullshit

The world didn’t condemn you,
It never slit your throat and said
“This is how I’ll end you.”
‘Cause there’s beauty
in a voice so broken,
And it’s one I yearn to hear.
Because I sang that tune in fear,
Till the day I almost died.
And if I had,
Just know I’d be forgotten.
But instead I’m sitting here,
Screaming in your ear
That you are not forgotten,
Listen closely.

This pessimistic bullshit that you leave in trails
is nothing but a deadbeat critic.
You have lost control.
Life is something that entails,
Finding peace of mind
and I hope this letter
finds you just in time.

‘Cause I’ve been where you stood.
Thought my words of deep depression
were not some sick infection of
who I had become.
Slowly I understood that when
the world beats you down,
it means, don’t make a sound.
Joy is merely found,
in the pieces left around.
Who are you,
if not what you’ve been told?
In this you’ll find your soul has not been sold.

Solitude

See, it’s a war,
A battlefield of one.
I reach out for a hand,
hundreds touch,
millions fall.
I stand alone.
Fog clouds all that I know
I beg for something,
anything at all.
But I’m not one to swim in self pity.
So who am I now?
My exact opposite,
My only enemy,
my certain destruction.

Butterfly

Save me,
Little orange butterfly,
I swear you’re
Safe and Sound.
I made a promise
I plan to keep.

Its been two months
and I’m clean.
I feel fine
and like I’m free.
But I still gaze at your picture
and weep,
so I must be weak.

Its been four months
still no cuts,
and I smile at you,
my little orange friend.
I’m doing fine
and I think:
I must be cured!
Still, it’s a bittersweet feeling
as I look your way.

Its been six months,
and your picture has faded.
I try to draw you again,
but my hand is shaking.
Its been so long…
Swore.
I was cured.
Bruises fade
but the cuts leave scars.
I’m disappointed.
Broken.
Wondering where I went wrong.

Little orange butterfly,
Why’d you leave?
Where’d you go?
I asked you to save me,
But you let go,
or I gave up…

Its been one month
without your constant reminder,
and guess what,
I’m doing fine.

Little orange butterfly,
you saved me.
It’s not you,
but myself.

I made a new promise today…
Said I’d do my best,
nothing more.

Its been three months
and I’m clean.