The Self-Abusive LullabyA Poem by BattlecryIt goes to the lullaby tune Mocking bird.
hush, child now put down that knife~
Put down the razor blade, Now take my advice~ All the cruel, thick words~ All the angst, depressing days~ When you're stabbed in the back~ And you're bleeding all the way~ Through the pain and the torment~ But I must confess~ It brings sorrow to myself to think of you as any less~ If you feel the need, come to me when you can~ And I'll stay right beside you through thick and thin~ I don't have a mocking bird, or a cart and bull~ But I've got all of my love for you to have and to hold~ And I'll give it all to you, whenever I can~ And if I'm not around, sing this tune, if you can~ Because, Every waking day, is a chore and a pain~ But you make a life worth living so I ask that you stay~ If you throw it all away, then I'll be sad~ Because I know that I have done the best that I can~ And if it's not enough, then I will just give more~ Because to live without you, dear, is not an option anymore...~
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