Go to sleep and close your eyes and dream of broken butterflies that tore their wings against a thorn. You now know the pain that they've adorn silver metal shines so bright, scarlet blood that feels so right dream of blood that feels so right. Dream of blood dripping down and wake up just before you drown, so tonight when you start to cry whisper the cutters lullaby "Rock-aby baby, your almost dead, you have no pulse, your pillow is red, your family hates you, your friends let you bleed. Sleep tight with a knife because that's all you need. Rock-aby baby broken and scared, you didn't know life would be so hard. Time to hide the pain you hid so well down goes the baby back to HELL.
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(A/N) My friend wrote this. if she finds this she might kill me x.x
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