My Butterfly

For the butterfly project.

In Hate we cry,
and with these tears,
we wish to die.
Do not fret, my dear.
I will give you my butterfly.
She flies in hope,
like the snowball effect,
but stronger than the wind,
she stops the ball
and ontop of it she slept,
and where she sleeps,
the negativity,
it creeps,
and the good memories,
she keeps
for you.
Along the ball keeps going,
but the sky does not keeps snowing,
and the tinier it gets,
the less you fear to fret,
for my butterfly has saved you
and all of you have doomed.
And to you i ask a favor.
To pass down my butterfly.
To someone you know
who also wishes to die.

Author's Note

you're not alone, so just help someone else out and tell them you can get through it too

Reviews

[Disillusioned]

There is compassion and a sense of movement within this write, much like the Butterfly Progect itself. Well done.

[Magic plus the mayhem.]

We all try. ;)
There is hope,there is love. :)