Broken Butterfly (A Poem)

She was wonderful.
She was beautiful.
Flying on the wind without care.
Then one day it all changed.
And suddenly the wind wasn't there.
Her wings became worthless.
Her world went still.
All she could see was no longer there.
People would say she could have been something,
but she is too dark and angry to be anything.
She could fly if she wanted.
She could soar with some friends.
But its like she's determined
To never be happy again.
She killed her own wings.
She killed her own wind.
She made herself useless.
Because she wouldn't
Wouldn't begin.
She could just leave,
and mend her wings.
She could just fly.
But she wants to be a broken butterfly.