Butterfly...

I fight so hard to stay alive
Just to feel so dead inside
I used to think of myself as a butterfly
With wings of invincibility, but then life had to change
And my wings became broken causing my mental health to divide
I often find myself with an empty stare, tears building up in my eyes
For the questions I seek answers to, but never can seem to find
I try so hard to fix my wings, and become one who can fly freely with pride
But what it takes to fix this broken butterfly, is just something I can't provide
Because I lost who I was and do all I can just to survive
I fight so hard to stay alive
Just to feel so dead inside
There's moments... Sometimes days where I'll get glimpses of who I was
And glimpses of who I could be
But it's the pain within these broken wings that just won't let me free
It's the scars, the losses and the fact that I'm no longer...... Me
So how do I continue to grow with the fear that I'll never succeed?
Butterflies are meant to be one with the wind, that just blossom and fly
So why is it that I fight so hard to stay alive....
Just to feel so dead inside

Stephanie Davis
12/05/2023