Literature
A suicide lullaby.
Hush now baby,
Don't you cry.
Don't cut your arms,
Don't say goodbye.
Put down that razor,
Put down that light,
it may be hard but,
You'll win this fight.
As I sing you this chant of fate,
to get through your life filled with hate.
It may seem impossible,
It may leave scars,
But trust me dear,
It wont stay this hard.
So wipe your tears,
and stand up tall,
smile through fear,
and laugh at it all.
Cause they dont know,
And they dont care,
They just stop, point and stare.
Love, I know it gets so old,
But this world is too crule and cold.
Keep on loving and dont give in
No matter how hard the world has been.