Hushabye baby,
you're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse
and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you
and your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife,
because it's all that you need.
Rockabye baby,
broken and scarred.
You didn't know life
would be this hard.
Time to end the pain
you hid so well,
and down you'll come,
straight back to hell.
10-06-17
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Broken Butterflies and other poems [NOT for people who get easily triggered!!]
PoetryBroken Butterflies Go to bed and close your eyes, and dream of broken butterflies that tore their wings against a thorn. You know the pain that they have endured. Silver metal shine so bright; scarlet blood that feels so right. Dream of that blood t...
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