A Chrysalis of Madness

Everyday is sewn together with heartache and overwhelming emotion that I can barely contain. My emotions burst out of me like a colony of moths ready to return home after a long and harsh winter but can never seem to find where they originated from so they lonesomely travel to wherever feels comfortable. This false sense of security is always temporary as my fleeting sanity escapes. I suppress and suppress and wait for these moths to become butterflies and fly away into the afterlife but i can never escape the flutter of sadness their wings bring to my consciousness. The pitter patter of rain is identical to the tears that leak from my atmospheric eyes where I wait for the downpour to die down. My nimbus brain likes to leak it’s disease whenever it pleases and I’m never gifted with the umbrella of stability. The connecting river of veins in my body slowly creates pathways to the dam that is my wrists. As the dam breaks my blood runs down my arms returning and fertilizing the garden of pain that flourishes with every drop.