Will I have the guts tonight to send myself over the edge? Fueled by my hate for life, and my ‘best friend’ calling me spoiled. I’m pampered I guess.. Because I get more than her? I guess so. If I decide yes, why do I keep choosing Thursdays? If I do choose this night to die, I’m going to fill myself with hateful words, everything that’s been said to me, everything I’ve thought, and the fact that I’m a fat ass who deserves to die.
A Cutter’s Lullaby:
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, youre 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.
Rockabye baby, Broken and scarred,
You didnt know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain you hid so well
And down youll come baby,
Back home to hell
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I had this lulluby in my notebook and i would read it everyday..i too was planning on killing myself
But then this girl from here talked to me..today..just a few hours ago..and made me promise not to do it
Till i talked to her again because she had to go..so please
Let me try and help u now..just give me a chance..just one…please..i dont judge i simply to listen..ill just listen