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 cutter’s 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 its all that you need.
Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,
You didn’t know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain you hid so well
And down you’ll come baby,
straight back to hell.
~Previously 0ne-last-chance~
**May Be TRIGGERING**
Day(s) without cutting: 61
Day(s) without eating: 5
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This is why I don’t fucking tell you anything. This is why I say I’m fine. This is why you should have never known. I deserve this, not you. You can’t do something just because I did to make me feel guilty. It just gets me pissed off to be honest.
