The butterflys were there to protect me from harm
For awhile, there were almost no longer those shameful marks on my arms
They did their job.
But they didn't do it right.
It was late at night.
There was another fight.
But not between my mom or my dad, like how It used to be.
It was between my self and I, like Id pray all fights should be.
It was then and there, I sliced them away.
The butterflies who didn't last long enough to have a name.
I watched them for the last time,
Fly
Far
Far
Away
YOU ARE READING
unapologetic apologies
Randombasically I just tell stories about what people did to me, I may upload,I may not. who knows.
