My Lullaby

People have always known I hurt

But they over look it

They have known I feel so alone

None of them ever prevented it

I have scars 

that they don't know about

I bleed out my worst fears

As the artificial light hits my tears

I see the blade that shines so bright

And the scarlet blood that feels so right

All my pain just goes away

All the pain that was on display

Everyone hates me

My friends let me bleed

Everything they see

Is covered by the blade I need

All that I need

When I bleed

And cry

Is this lullaby

Hushabye baby

So broken and sad

You didn't know life

Would treat you this bad 

It's time to end the pain you hid so well

So sleep tight with a knife

As you go straight back to hell

This poem is not about me being a cutting addict. I do not cut. Unless I have personally told you otherwise, do not assume I do. I just seem to have it from a cutter's perspective.