Poems of a Depressed Teen

Cutters Lullaby

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

Sing 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 thats all 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