  theres a butterfly caught in a spider web. i want to help it but im afraid. just like im afriad to help my own self.
i wish i could help it,  it doesnt deserve to die. the twisting webs raped around its fluttering wings struggling to be free helplessly wasting its last containment of energy until finally it realizes theres no point realizing that in just a split second its body will be dead and destroyed.
i am just like the butterfly a helpless creature only meant to die. i want to be free just like the butterfly that screams. free me omg the things i come up with haha wow i havent done that in awhile. i look at something and then all of a sudden like the change of the weather i start writing and writing and writing untill i come up with some twisted form of literature that scares people. even myself 
