Don't you cut,
Don't bleed,
Don't cry.
Dry your eyes,
Sing a lullaby.
Hush little baby,
Pale and frail.
Clean your cuts and fake a smile.
It'll get better,
Wait and see.
What you do is killing me.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
Killing Me
Don't you cut,
Don't bleed,
Don't cry.
Dry your eyes,
Sing a lullaby.
Hush little baby,
Pale and frail.
Clean your cuts and fake a smile.
It'll get better,
Wait and see.
What you do is killing me.
