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Hush little scared one,
And close your eyes.
Behind your eyelids,
Await a surprise.
Don’t be afraid
You can’t see the pain.
You can’t feel the razor,
You can’t feel the shame.
Don’t hang your head.
Don’t believe their lies.
Just hang onto life,
Despite their demise
Hush little scared one,
Both broken and scarred.
The pain you’ve endured,
Doesn’t seem hard.
Don’t close your eyes,
You can see your fate.
You can see the blood,
You can feel the hate.
Don’t cry too much.
Don’t dry your tears.
Start teaching them all,
Their own worst fears.
Hush little scared one,
Run away from home.
No one will know,
That you’re even gone.
Don’t blame yourself.
You can see your state.
You can feel it burn,
You can see its traits.
Don’t go back home,
Don’t even go near.
Make sure your voice,
Is what they hear.
Hush little scared one,
You’ve almost died.
Though their having a problem,
With thinking you tried.
They have no idea,
You can feel your tears,
You can see your dreams,
You can feel your fears.
Don’t try explaining,
Don’t try forgiving.
They won’t understand.
Why you want to stop living.
Hush little scared one,
Keep your heart here.
Try to start living,
Amongst all the tears.
Don’t carve your sides,
It won’t feel good,
It won’t satisfy.
Not like it should.
Don’t sketch a heart.
Don’t color it in.
The blood could do that,
By searing your skin.
Hush little scared one,
I’m sure you are dead.
From cuts on your wrists,
And the shot in your head.
Don’t try forgetting.
Life is just a game.
It never really happened.
Deaths are all the same.
My song’s almost done.
I bid you goodbye.
I’ve sung you my cutters
Sweet lullaby.
And close your eyes.
Behind your eyelids,
Await a surprise.
Don’t be afraid
You can’t see the pain.
You can’t feel the razor,
You can’t feel the shame.
Don’t hang your head.
Don’t believe their lies.
Just hang onto life,
Despite their demise
Hush little scared one,
Both broken and scarred.
The pain you’ve endured,
Doesn’t seem hard.
Don’t close your eyes,
You can see your fate.
You can see the blood,
You can feel the hate.
Don’t cry too much.
Don’t dry your tears.
Start teaching them all,
Their own worst fears.
Hush little scared one,
Run away from home.
No one will know,
That you’re even gone.
Don’t blame yourself.
You can see your state.
You can feel it burn,
You can see its traits.
Don’t go back home,
Don’t even go near.
Make sure your voice,
Is what they hear.
Hush little scared one,
You’ve almost died.
Though their having a problem,
With thinking you tried.
They have no idea,
You can feel your tears,
You can see your dreams,
You can feel your fears.
Don’t try explaining,
Don’t try forgiving.
They won’t understand.
Why you want to stop living.
Hush little scared one,
Keep your heart here.
Try to start living,
Amongst all the tears.
Don’t carve your sides,
It won’t feel good,
It won’t satisfy.
Not like it should.
Don’t sketch a heart.
Don’t color it in.
The blood could do that,
By searing your skin.
Hush little scared one,
I’m sure you are dead.
From cuts on your wrists,
And the shot in your head.
Don’t try forgetting.
Life is just a game.
It never really happened.
Deaths are all the same.
My song’s almost done.
I bid you goodbye.
I’ve sung you my cutters
Sweet lullaby.
Literature
cutters lullaby
Hush little baby,
Don't make a sound,
Hide from your demons,
Pray you aren't found,
Sing and say,
You've had enough,
Resist the urge,
But its getting tough,
Fall asleep,
But nightmares creep,
You wake up screaming,
Scared to sleep,
Clutch a knife,
And pray to die,
Cut and cut,
And say good bye,
Bleed and bleed yourself to sleep,
For you its better then counting sheep,
No need to pray as it fades black,
Now there is no going back,
Sing the song that momma sang,
Fight the nightmares that end with bang,
Sweet little baby,
Cut to the bone,
Sweet little baby,
On her way home,
Tiny little angel,
Wanted to die,
Tiny littl
Literature
emo
No one knows till they taste it
No one cares till they lose it
No one bleeds till they live it
No one wants to admit it
No one can be without it
No one truly lives till they feel it
Literature
The cutters lulaby
the cutters lulaby
go to sleep close your eyes
dream of broken butterflies
that tore their wings against a thorn
you know the pain that they have born
silver metal shine so bright
scarlet blood that feels so right
dream of that blood trickling down
and wake up just before you drown
hush-abye baby your almost dead
you dont 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
rock-abye baby youre broken and scarred
you didnt know that life would be this hard
time to end the pain that you hid so well
and down will come baby straight b
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I dont really know where this came from, but its been with me for awhile.. Hmmm.. Its kinda random in places I suppose o.O Comments and favs are welcome and appreciated [:
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That's good, but sad, but good! I hope you don't mind all my faving btw <3 I like this