I used to be a butterfly

And no one thought it would end like this.

But one day the light burnt me,

And I lost myself in pain,
I got to love it, I got insane;
The more it burnt, the more I craved,
But this path led me to my grave.

I could've been a different me.

I agree with the former review, this is a wonderful poem.

One of the hardest things to do is so calmly reflect on things of the past, especially those that are difficult to deal with. I think the analogy of a butterfly works really well because of this, not just as a description of the author, but the thoughts too that are portrayed here are very delicate and fragile. It's a brave thing to write.

True, it is quite universal. The positive of this is that it appeals to a large audiance. The negetive is that it blends into the wash a bit. By adding another few verses that relate particularly to your own experience you could put more of an essense of yourself into it.

Keep dipping into your emotions, good and bad, and keep writing. This is a good piece of work

With a little squeak here, and a squeak there, this poem could be even more beautiful than it already is.
Such things as the timing of words to create correct pacing and to give the appropriate effect. Or perhaps this is intentional? You have created this detatchment because it exaggerates how detatched you feel? I'm not sure, but either way, keep it in mind

I used to be a butterfly,
But now I'm nothing but a lie.

This seems a little cliche, and perhaps you could spin it around a little to make it your own.

Over all though, a wonderful poem You're still a butterfly, lovely!