*TW: SH (Self harm)*

Once, twice

I was yelled at for being dumb

Three, four

Butterflies drawn

Five, six

Aspects of me judged by them

Seven, eight

More butterflies to add on

Nine

Yells more drawing on myself

Ten butterflies

On my clean arm

I smile instead of getting upset

When she yells

When he yells

About the butterflies

I would rather see a garden of butterflies

Then rivers of red

Because that

Shows growth

I always say those lines

No one knows why

But I do anyway

I made a promise to

My stars

My Panda

The voices in my head-all of them

To myself

That I wouldn’t cut

I’m clean.

Let me repeat that-

I’m Clean