Tonight when you go to sleep,
Right before you begin to weep.
Recount all the lies in your head,
Don't you wish you could die instead?
Just before you close your eyes,
Remember those murdered butterflies.
Scarlet blood and salty tears,
Abandoned hopes and looming fears.
Take that knife against your skin,
Slice those fragile wings.
And add another scar,
To your list of broken things.
Watch the blood pool on your sheets,
Do not cry, or ask for help,
Just relish the sick relief.
Let all your emotions die,
Dispersing as your bleed.
Don't give it a second thought,
Just accept it's what you need.
Goodnight, troubled child,
Now your free to weep.
You'll revisit dying butterflies,
When they haunt you in your sleep.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of unconnected poems. Most of them cover the topics of cutting, depression, murder, suicide ect. Just to warn you, read with caution because some can be graphic. Hope you enjoy
