Dead Butterflies

Killed 4 butterflies
Flying on my wrist
Supposed to reach the skies
But it was impossible to resist

Treated like nothing
Like I didn't exist
But I am something
Now there are tiger stripes on my wrist

Blood dripping down
Killing hope to reach the sky
I'm about to drown
With tears from my own eyes

Go ahead and step on me
Ignore that I am actually there
I'm not really there anyway
I'm in a pit of despair

Tiger stripes on wrist
And Blood dripping down
A painting that has a twist


The horrible truth of what happens with a blade
But it's not the problem, it's the solution