Often Poem by Lost Butterfly

Often



To breathe, in the since that there were no pain at all.

Life's cleverness of masking the truth with laughter and love.
Thinking these slips of cover will help one find hope.

How funny it is, that one believes such lies.
Hope isn't found in discovering happiness.

Cut out all the worry and fear.
Hang up all the grief which found ones self cluttered.

Drown the sorrow and anger one felt.
Swallow the tears cried by ones self.

And at last there is nothing.
No memory of life lived for years upon years.

Life is gone by choice.
A choice so often seen.

And now so often made.

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