The Butterfly Project

Her arm lay there,
Streaked with white,
Scars laced her skin,
They shone with moonlight,
She raised the knife,
Ready to cut,
To unleash the pain,
That had been building up,
She looked down at her arm,
And saw it there,
A little butterfly,
And wouldn't dare,
It reminded her of who she would hurt,
It helped her to stop,
Made her alert,
Of what she was doing,
To herself and others as well,
She would see the butterfly,
And she would dwell,
She stopped in the end,
There are other ways out,
Don't harm yourself,
And others around.

In support of the butterfly project.
Thanks @ponyo for making me aware of this campaign and I hope that this will make others be aware of it to.
As Jodi said "all you need is a pen"