Cutter's LullabyA Poem by Solitary DreamerHushaby 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 because it's all you need. Rockabye baby, Broken and scarred. You didn't know life would be this hard.
© 2011 Solitary DreamerAuthor's Note
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