LOST BUTTERFLY

by PiperFreeze6

A poem I wrote, voicing my own despair of ever truly living. I am NOT sucidial; I just sometimes become depressed, not knowing where to go with my life or what it should be.

Lost Butterfly

I cannot find my way

Away from all these leaves.

My wings have grown

Yet they seem not my own.

Though I might be free

I know not where to go.

Different places are open,

But I cannot choose where to be.

'Tis more imprisoning

Than the freedom I'd imagined.

Someone must help me,

Or I will surely die.