I remind myself of a butterfly
A creature of delicacy
That can be overweighted by the most smallest things
Rain makes me fall smack down to the ground
And takes away my dust, my magic
I am either squashed and dead
Or I lie there, waiting helplessly for someone to come rescue me
But in the end, no one comes
My wings just...crumble away into dust
It seeps into the ground and my dead soul fills life within the earth
Then I feel pure
Why couldn't I have been happy while I was still alive?
Why did I have to be left behind?
Life works out in very strange ways
Like how my wings fell apart by taking so much rain
One can only take so much
And at the end of it all
I have taken enough
