The Butterfly

I bet you have heard
about the kids,
that killed themselves.

ANd you think of how tragic
and said it its.
And how the friends, and parents,
must have felt,
When they found the body,
lying in a pool of blood,
wrists slit and body full of pills,
lying on the bathroom floor.

But I mean,
we never know how it really feels,
until we swallow that bitter pill ourselves.
And taste the acid rising up in us.

And i've swallowed that bitter pill,
to many times.

I've seen the delicate butterfly of life,
wither and die before my eyes.
And i've watched others to.

And all I can do,
is stand there,
and be a witness.
Witness them try and glue the wings, body and soul back together.
And fail.

I've always been the girl, they find in that room.
The girl that was there,
when they killed themselves.

Espicaly one of a girl,
named Jessie.