i think i was the main cause to the tearing of my butterfly wings
winter snow will collect on the ground
breath in the air looks similar to smoke
i loved everyone so deeply
and somehow it's came back to bite me
i accidentally fed a bad energy
red hot anger decided to cage me
if im honest i got lost many times purely on the fact i didn't want to open my eye
the world's cruelty made me blind
in the heat of my еmotions i forgot to be kind
if im honest i can say that i'm trying
to rebuild thе bridge
even after every failed attempt
trying to dull my resentment
maybe i don't need the people that took away my energy to remember me

bandaids never worked for my emotional wounds
if im honest I'm comfortable in the dark which i have called home
as it is all i can remember
its all my mind has decided to know
seasons will change, the hurt decided to stay but all the snow will eventually melt away
talking to the moon
after all these years wrapped up in my cocoon
my comfort zone nearly killed me many times
it wasn't benign
and if i'm honest, i hope i heal soon
and if i'm honest, i survived like i promised i would