Cutters Lullaby

beccalbarclay • 3 followers

Go to sleep and close you're eyes,
and dream of broken butterfly's.
That tore there 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 the blood trickling down,
and wake up just before you drown.

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

Hushaby baby your almost dead,
you don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed, so sleep tight with a knife, cuse it's all that you need.

Rockaby baby,
broken and scarred,
you didn't know life would be this hard.
Time to end this pain you hide to well,
and down you come baby, straight back to hell.
-unknown

#dark-poetry #emotional-trauma #general #mental-health #self-harm #suicide-ideation

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Comments & Feedback (4)

Jul 17, 2012 at 10:56 AM

Unnerving and uncomfortable.. So I guess job done 👏👍

Jul 17, 2012 at 11:32 AM

I've seen this poem kicking about on the Internet for a while-think Tamara Minaoui wrote it? Always worth putting a little note at the end with a credit to the author, even if it's 'unknown'. Thanks for sharing though, it helps us all to know what we want to aspire to 👍😌@Burrfoot

Jul 17, 2012 at 11:34 AM

This is a beautiful poem, which I've read a few times before (I think Tamara Minaoui wrote it?) Don't forget to I've credit to author (even if 'unknown') to avoid confusion. Thanks for sharing 😌

Jul 17, 2012 at 11:35 AM

for 'I've' I meant 'give' !

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