I'm no social butterfly,
My wings are gone, in shreds.
That fairytale of a sky,
Is now something I dread.
I don't understand them,
I am completely lost,
When will this agony end?
And at what cost...
I know I don't fit in,
So its no use to even try.
Full with gusting wind,
That closed off sky.
Not made for butterflys,
Without wings....
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Eclipse of the mind
KurzgeschichtenThis is exactly that... A collection of stories or poems that can be dark or sad. I will write more than just collections, maybe share a short story or two. or, if there's a story of mine that you really like, I might write more of it, and make a di...
