Twisted Lullaby

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Self harm references.
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Slice up my skin
Let burns sing me to sleep
Relax and relapse
Your lies cut me deep
Don't cry over boys
Or drip blood instead
Don't waste time upset
Or dream to be dead
Not worth my feelings
Not worth my time
And I guess being distant
Isn't really a crime
I'm not upset anymore
Just feeling numb
So drained and hollow
Not sure what I've become
I need to just tell you
But you won't let me speak
Won't listen to my questions
Or give answers that I seek
Things no longer matter
I'll lie awake in bed
Oozing out emotions
Twisted lullabies stain red

#emotional-pain #general #mental-health #poetry #self-harm

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