This poem was not written by me , I could never hope to write so things as deep or as meaningful , this touches the heart of so many people and is special to me personally . Nobody knows who wrote this , I just hope they are at peace now ...
Go to sleep, and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain thet they have borne.
Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood, that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.
The moonlight's shining off your tears
As you bleed out your own worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry
Whisper the cutters' lullaby:
Hushabye baby, you're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife, cause it's all that you need.
Rockabye baby, broken and scarred.
You didn't know that life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain that you hid so well,
And down will come baby, straight back to hell
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