Hush little baby
Don't you cry
Don't cut your arms
Don't say goodbye
Put down that razor
Put down that knife
I know it's hard but
You'll win this fight
YOU ARE READING
HUSH, LITTLE BABY
PoetryI feel okay, until I’m alone. That’s when these voices in my head come and even them I’m not alone. But I’m alone with the monsters in my head. And that scares me. But we’re all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isn’t the a...
