In my stomach . In my gut. In my head.
Full of butterflies.
I never did drugs. Dnt smoke. Dnt drink.
I believe in ethics, in humanity, but my heart got broken several times by humans i loved.
Now i have two besties, panic and anxiety. They never leave me. They stay with me. Always.
I wish i could be free. Wish i could smile.
The heart aches and bleeds alone. And I see fluttery butterflies just flapping their wings, suffocating to death.