go to sleep and close your eyes
And dream of broken butter flies
that tore their wings against a thorne
you know the pain that they have borne
sliver metal shine so bright
scarlett blood that fells so right
dream of that blood trickling down
and wake up just before you drown
the moonlight shinning off your tears
as you bleed out your own worst fears
so tonight when you start to cry
whisper the cutter's lullaby
hushabye baby youre almost dead
you dont have a pulse your pillow is red
your family hates you your friends let you bleed
sleep tight with a knife cause thats all you need
rockabye baby now broken and scarred
you didnt know life would be this hard
time to end the pain you hid so well
so down you go baby straight back to hell
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the heartbroken
Poetrymy poetry is for thoes who are suicidal amd anorexic or are going through anything troubling. (note: i am suicidal so i know this may be triggering.) if you are easily triggered i suggest you do not read. read at your own risk.
