Love me & Drawing butterflies
Love me is a small poem I wrote for a girl I like. I like her a lot but, problem is, that I don't know whether she's into girls or not. But I try to show my feelings out and I guess... she gets them..? Either way, I'll keep trying because she makes me smile when I feel down.
Love me
Time of pained heart never fades.
With a new sun, it breaks apart.
Oh, please, make me well.
Understand my hurt inside.
To the withered voice,
It echoes once more.
Memories of the past flow wildly
A wind of cold, of ice and blood
A knife that cuts my own flesh
A thought of then and when
Oh, please, I beg silently
Love me for who I am
For what I want
For what I have become
Drawing buterflies was born a night I didn't feel well. One day I was playing around on DeviantArt, reading prose's and poems when I stumbled upon a prose about ways to keep yourself away from self-harming. I am a cutter and have been for a lot of years now (4 years, I think..? I don't remember...) and out of curiosity, I read it. There was something called "Draw Butterflies when you want to cut". The prose below explains pretty much what one should do with it.
Drawing Butterflies
I was told to draw a butterfly when I felt sad or neglected.
"It's a good way to keep yourself busy." They had said.
I was told to name the butterfly after a person who cares about me.
"That way, you will fight your weaknesses for that particular person".
I was told to let it fade on it's own and not rub it.
"So you know that pain might hurt but, in the end, it fades till it ends."
I was told to draw as many butterflies as I wanted only to avoid anything harmful.
"Every time you feel depressed, give your wrist another touch. Don't cut it; draw it."
I did follow their suggestion out of curiosity.
The first one was named after my best friend, the second after my mother, the third after another friend. But I was short on people who did care about me and my well-being.
"If you have no one to name the butterfly after, name it after the person you would like to care about you."
The next ones were named after my crush, my old friends and the family members who neglected me. But, I was left with no one again.
"If you're short on names, give it a name you like and spare a part of your heart for it. Treat it like it was your friend, be well for it."
Gladly, I like a lot of names.
Love me
Time of pained heart never fades.
With a new sun, it breaks apart.
Oh, please, make me well.
Understand my hurt inside.
To the withered voice,
It echoes once more.
Memories of the past flow wildly
A wind of cold, of ice and blood
A knife that cuts my own flesh
A thought of then and when
Oh, please, I beg silently
Love me for who I am
For what I want
For what I have become
Drawing buterflies was born a night I didn't feel well. One day I was playing around on DeviantArt, reading prose's and poems when I stumbled upon a prose about ways to keep yourself away from self-harming. I am a cutter and have been for a lot of years now (4 years, I think..? I don't remember...) and out of curiosity, I read it. There was something called "Draw Butterflies when you want to cut". The prose below explains pretty much what one should do with it.
Drawing Butterflies
I was told to draw a butterfly when I felt sad or neglected.
"It's a good way to keep yourself busy." They had said.
I was told to name the butterfly after a person who cares about me.
"That way, you will fight your weaknesses for that particular person".
I was told to let it fade on it's own and not rub it.
"So you know that pain might hurt but, in the end, it fades till it ends."
I was told to draw as many butterflies as I wanted only to avoid anything harmful.
"Every time you feel depressed, give your wrist another touch. Don't cut it; draw it."
I did follow their suggestion out of curiosity.
The first one was named after my best friend, the second after my mother, the third after another friend. But I was short on people who did care about me and my well-being.
"If you have no one to name the butterfly after, name it after the person you would like to care about you."
The next ones were named after my crush, my old friends and the family members who neglected me. But, I was left with no one again.
"If you're short on names, give it a name you like and spare a part of your heart for it. Treat it like it was your friend, be well for it."
Gladly, I like a lot of names.