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Today I killed a butterfly. Not just any butterfly, but the special one my crush gave me.
I couldn't help it, it had been too long. I just sat there, repeatedly dragging the knife across my skin as my tears mixed with the blood. As I did it I washed the rest of the almost faded butterfly away; it was dead, there was nothing I could do. I'd already torn off it's wings and snapped it's body in two, the least I could do was wash away the rest of it's mangled remains. It was too much of a reminder. A reminder that I had failed her.
I really did try this time. Most of the time I just ignore it, and kill it when the first urge comes, but this time I didn't. She was so proud of me. This time I managed to keep it for a whole 16 days, my best, ever. Daily she would text me and ask, "Is it still alive?" and I could always answer yes, but today I couldn't bring myself to answer. I think she understood, because a few minutes later she texted back, "I'm sorry..." and I just couldn't bare it, so I threw my phone out the window. I'd failed her, and her she was trying to comfort me. I don't deserve any sympathy.
That is why I'm writing this, so everyone on this entire fucked up planet can see what a failure I am. Today I killed a butterfly, and it was the most beautiful butterfly in the world.
I couldn't help it, it had been too long. I just sat there, repeatedly dragging the knife across my skin as my tears mixed with the blood. As I did it I washed the rest of the almost faded butterfly away; it was dead, there was nothing I could do. I'd already torn off it's wings and snapped it's body in two, the least I could do was wash away the rest of it's mangled remains. It was too much of a reminder. A reminder that I had failed her.
I really did try this time. Most of the time I just ignore it, and kill it when the first urge comes, but this time I didn't. She was so proud of me. This time I managed to keep it for a whole 16 days, my best, ever. Daily she would text me and ask, "Is it still alive?" and I could always answer yes, but today I couldn't bring myself to answer. I think she understood, because a few minutes later she texted back, "I'm sorry..." and I just couldn't bare it, so I threw my phone out the window. I'd failed her, and her she was trying to comfort me. I don't deserve any sympathy.
That is why I'm writing this, so everyone on this entire fucked up planet can see what a failure I am. Today I killed a butterfly, and it was the most beautiful butterfly in the world.
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Me.
Anorexic.
Obese.
Funny.
Stupid.
Idiotic.
Retarded.
Lame.
Emo.
Scene.
Slut.
Disgusting.
Attention seeker.
Obsessive.
Label.
Stereotype.
...
Me.
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Perfection.
When you look into the mirror, at your reflection...
That's it.
That's you.
That is perfection.
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I think you left a piece of you in me.
This tangled mess you call a heart,
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
kite-string clavicles.
Nothing,
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
set me
free.
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Sorry if that was depressing. The thing with the butterfly challenge is when either you or someone you care about draws a butterfly on you, and if you cut while the butterfly is still "alive" (not faded away) then you kill it. This story in and of itself isn't true, I just kinda mixed together a bunch of experiences and feelings.
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I tried doing the butterfly project. My best friend drew a butterfly, and i tried to keep it...but sometimes cookies break. I promise your not a failure, you just crumbled. I know how it feels. I promise<3