It feels like the end,
He showed up with another friend--
Or she told you you're no good...
But she didn't even look.

   You might be broken,
You might be tired of looking
For love where you can't find it,
For love, or is the idea just bullshit?

   I'm telling you this,
No matter how broken,
You're a beauty;
So even if no one else gives a actual look,
Take it from me--
No matter what you did,
No matter what you've hid,
Be the butterfly of which
I know you can never be rid.

   Who am I to talk?
I've not walked what you must walk.
But even so;
I see the person deep below.
I see who you were made to be,
If the world wasn't full of hostility.

   Unfortunately, that it is,
But the world isn't theirs,
Its yours, its hers, its his.
This is a world we share.

   And now, this I ask,
For others, you be a listening ear.
I know, its a task,
But just let them know you're there,
And know I'm here too;
I'm here, never to judge you.

   No matter what you did,
No matter what you've hid,
Be the butterfly of which
I know you can never be rid.

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A/N : I love all of ya broken butterflies❤