My Butterfly

I draw this little butterfly
Every time I need to cry.
This little reminder stays on my arm
To keep me from committing self-harm.
The tiny symbol just ensures
That these calamities I go through aren't too hard to endure.
Sure, I pretend to be happy,
But in the end I always end up sappy.
I feel like a bud that will never be a flower.
Minutes that never come to hours.
I just know that something's missing.
Obviously I can't help but be wishing
The butterfly could always be enough.
I could always be so tough.