Julien brushes off Samantha, moving her hand off his arm. I open my locker and a piece of paper drops out onto the floor.Several guys and a couple more cheerleaders walk up to our group at my locker. Talk is mostly about us graduating and what colleges we’re going to, but I tune it all out and go back to the note. Thinking that it’s from Hailey about why she skipped out today, I open it. I immediately see that it’s not a note. It’s one of her poems.
Broken Butterfly
she wanted to fly but her wings were broken,
she dreamed dreams but they weren't allowed to be spoken,
her feelings pushed down her throat left her choking,
he beat her down on the ground but she's still hoping,
body, soul, spirit all burned,
wishing that her family would see and be concerned,
fighting him isn't a battle it's a war,
every breath is now a chore,
she can't get air, can't fly, can't soar,
can't leave this dark room can't even find the door.
loneliness consumes her, she sees all the darkness never the light,
she doesn't see a tunnel with an end in sight, she sees the pitch black the world is night,
no one is there to tell her everything will be alright.
she's dead inside but no one knows,
how the blood boils how the heart slows,
because this was not the life she chose,
when she sleeps, she dreams,
she can still hear her screams,
her sister replaced her,
the pain he inflicted chased her,
his love like a disease,
no one hears her cries, no one hears her pleas,
in her dark world fallen on her knees,
thinking death is better than life
help me please!
one final blow is all she can take,
before she dies for good with a final shake,
now all those people who called her a mistake,
