Pitch Black Butterfly

A dreadful, yet pleasant feeling forces it's way through my veins.
My heart is beating faster each beat once again,
A feeling I'm far too familiar with.

They told me that love was in the air
I couldn't help but hold my breath.
I find myself smiling,
to the crimson droplets falling from my arm.

I can't help but sigh as my euphoria ends.
They call me far too fragile for reality
So what I can't face the truth?

I only feel wanted when I sit alone on the cold, tiled floor,
drowning in my own grief.
I feel content when I let my demons overpower me,
wishing upon me the worst.

I embrace my darkness and let it heal me.
Its vile, yet comforting, ways bring serenity once more.
It is only then, that I feel free.
Like a pitch black butterfly at night.