The butterfly project (revised)

For all you cutters. Each time you feel the need to cut, draw  butterfly on you arm and name it after a person you care about. If you cut while the butterfly is still there, you just killed the person. Write a poem each day you dont cut. Best poem gets runner up and person who went the longest without cutting gets crowned winner. For those of you who want to remain unknown but still want to post poems, message night-star or I and we will post your poem for you. Night-star and I are collaberating on this.

Though the heartache is calling
and the silver is shining
in the glimmer of tears that cascade
no scarlet is spilt from the wings of the butterfly
surviving yet another tortured day

a comment that pushes me a little too far
now pushed to the back of my mind
a hint of a smile and whisper of a laugh
keeps that butterfly alive

'that doesnt look healthy.'

regimented stains
romanticise the pain
the dripping disdain
demonise this shame
lets play the blame game
me and i now share the same name
trying to refrain
hearing the chant again
clawing at the chance to stay sane
no pain no gain

Being from Wisconsin
I'll do as I please
Who the Hell are you
To tell me
'I can't cut the cheese?'

Jimi grabbed the margerine out of the car window. His mom screaming "jimmi no why?!"
Jimmi smiled, then looked at mom and said "duh, to see a butter fly"

Lol Haha cheesy.I know

Just wanted wanted to cheer someone up with a smile and lighten the mood. I never cut (tryed to hang myself once unsuccessfully) but my mom when I was a kid was

Jimi grabbed the margerine out of the car window. His mom screaming "jimmi no why?!"
Jimmi smiled, then looked at mom and said "duh, to see a butter fly"

Lol Haha cheesy.I know

Just wanted wanted to cheer someone up with a smile and lighten the mood. I never cut (tryed to hang myself once unsuccessfully) but my mom when I was a kid was
a cutter. My one older sister did to before she was taken into foster care. I always stayed because I wanted be there to protect her from her drunken boyfreinds that's. One reason. But I mostly stayed to protect her from killing herself. You guessed it,  slicing her wrists wasn't uncommon.. I would call 911, try to stop bleeding then clean up mess after.. I was just a small child. Its fucked up thing to do and isn't cool... You can sit and bleed a lot of blood and not die so basically I figure she.did it for the attention for some reason. I'm glad I was around anyway. Saved her life a.couple times at.least. Gotta love your moms ... PLEASE dont cut people it doesn't make anything better with what your upset about to begin with.. Makes it worse in my.opinion.. Don't waiste this life commiting suicide by any means.. Mind over matter. Problems are only as upsetting as we choose them to be.. Especially you younger people.. Nothing sadder than seeing someone with theory whole life ahead of them choose to be soo pessimistic that they feel that's the best choice:( talk to someone! There are.hotlines.that will.set u up with one.on.one counselling... This life is your only kick at the cat. Message me.anytime u need.to.talk to someone who can.relate to how your whatever it is.. Shit gets better with time.I promice..u can

it's hard to
fly in the snow,
fucking cold,
snowflakes
turning me
blue

frosted wings
but I'll keep
flying away
from what
I carry with me
for as long
as I can

no one wants
to admit
reality:
it's just gonna
keep on snowing
no matter how hard
you
cry
for the
sun

Why slice on the butterfly, to fulfill your preoccupation?
You need cut someplace else more obvious instead
Maybe the end of your nose, or upon your forehead
By far, you'll receive a lot more attention
Especially if your wound gets a infection

almost gives in, nearly gives up
but see the fragile folds of hope
drawn in black like her hopelessness
no longer written in red like her pain

She takes a breath, holds up her head
empty and hollow and alone
but surviving
maybe its a mistake that she's alive
but she's hanging on
to the promise of a new beginning
on the wings of a butterfly

Looking closely
I discovered
Traced around my butterfly
Pours aligned, so I cut along the dotted line

With one yank my butterfly was set free
I was proud, though the pain made me scream
I put my butterfly up to dry, hoping to preserve my trophy
But the 'Fucking Cat' had to go and eat it, so no more butterfly for me

But I still have this really snarly butterfly scar!

its a beautiful day
i found a tenner in a shoe
and i almost got run over
so what if a sleeve slips
so what if i look fat in this dress
i am not
repeat not depressed

pity smiles
at my
concentration
to keep a butterfly
alive,
hate begs me
to let it fly,
there are more
butterflies
to cage further,
but I
try anyway

like an iphone i could
break if you drop me.
you hold me carefully
and then less so as your hand
falls to your cock
i am a touchscreen
retina display
newly replaced

i'm not comfortable
with adorning
my tender thighs
with flash reserved for
tramp stamps
how's'bout a jolly roger
because i'll slowly
poison myself

Good poems everyone. Stay strong my friends.