Introduction

Hello to broken butterflies. Your shattered wings and glass shards stain the past to guide the weak.

You crawled up as a caterpillar, dangled a cocoon on a cliff; hot tar was underneath.

But you bloomed into a butterfly and flew away to see the sun;

you thought it fun to ride it to safety.

But when you got closer, your wings began to burn.

All you wanted was for it to not hurt.

Why does it hurt?

All you ever wanted was to fly away like a bird.

You just wanted to see your self-worth,

but the sun blinded you instead of guided you,

and you dove down underneath,

staring at the moon in a pile of roses that you laid.

The moon wouldn’t hurt you, but you lost trust from the sun.

It beckoned and it called you, but you decided to run.

The moon cried its tears, and it gave its light away.

You couldn’t see its intentions. Were they the same as the day?

You slept through the moon, but you awoke for the sun.