Ripped Wings

A butterfly with ripped wings; she waits, allowing the shadows to envelope her.
Until there is complete darkness. Utter and total black. 
This way, no one can watch her try to fly. 
No one can see as she spins in a feeble circle. 
No one can see her weak little wings scratch at the air. 
This way, she says to herself, no one knows that I fall.

Some might call this an inspirational story, or say that the moral is persistance. What they don't know is that when a butterfly rips its wing, it cannot fly, and it becomes humiliated.
In this story, she sits in the dark, only waiting to die.