Killed four 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 dispair
Tiger stripes on wrist
And blood dripping down
A painting that has a twist
I'm about to drown
The horrible truth of what happens with a blade
But it's not the problem its the solution
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