Broken Butterflies and other poems [NOT for people who get easily triggered!!]

Broken 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 trickling down,
and wake up just before you drown.

The moonlight shining off your tears
as you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry,
whisper the cutters lullaby...