A Butterfly Afterlife✧

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This life on the line,
It pulls my neck like a vine,
I sometimes forget to feel,
Sometimes lost, how do I deal?

These nights feel different,
I often feel myself getting insignificant,
I'm cold, I'm shivering,
No one to tell that I'm quivering.

I miss it so much,
Your abusive, scarring touch,
It haunts me every night,
It leaves me up, with no light.

I can't escape my fears,
I thought I could,
The door's looked and I'm upstairs,
I was told to scream, but you said I never should.