I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die.

I don't want to let you go. If you were thinking I gave you permission to, I didn't. There's too much that I want to say, but I can't find the right words without looking like a complete desperate idiot. I find it frustrating that there's nothing within me to solve this, but then, I am pretty much empty & alone forever. Sometimes I really accept it, but then others it just makes me want to scream inside. There's a coffin with my name on it, and I can't wait to be contained in it. I always get defensive when i'm tired, there was no other meaning behind it. I sounded uncaring and easygoing but I felt the exact opposite. Nothing I ever do comes out right. You were always there, pretty much. I just don't want you to go without a true chance..