Go to sleep 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: 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!
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I remember this poem. I don’t know where I’ve read it but it was years ago. It seemed so familiar and then,
“Rockabye baby, Broken and scarred,
You didn’t know life would be this hard.”
I loved those lines. For some reason they stuck in deep. Man, it’s been a long time.
Thanks for posting it, Silent. I don’t know if you wrote it or not, but thank you.
Rockabye baby, will this ever end?
Only in death, our dearest friend.
You added a beautiful touch.
I didn’t make this up, I wish.
I think that this is one of the most known suicidal poems out there. It’s really beautiful and deep but a lot of people don’t understand, but I guess that’s the same reason a lot of people are suicidal. It’s one long chain that never breaks untill someone strong enough to love someone different comes along and fix all the broken pieces.