a special kind of butterfly

blood drips down your wrist,

Immediately, tears well up in my eyes as if they have been there my whole life.

I begin to ask how you can do it, but i know.

I begin to ask you why you do it, but I know.

nevertheless, i wrap my arms around you.

I want to hold you until your pain goes numb.

You remind me of a butterfly, 

you cannot see the beauty in your wings.

I ask how I can help

yet, i know, sometimes I can't. 

Still, though, I will always ask you,

so you know that somebody cares

about your wings.