Is your joke still funny? (Book 1)

Straight to hell.

Go to sleep and close your eyes,

And dream of broken butterflies.

That tore their wings against a thorn,

You know the pain they have borne.

Silver metal that shines so bright,

Scarlet blood that feels so right.

Dream of that blood trickling down,

But wake up before you drown.

The moonlights shinning of on your tears,

As you bleed out your worst fears.

So tonight when you cry,

Whisper the cutters lullaby.

Hushabye baby you're almost dead,

You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.

Your family hate you and your friends let you bleed,

Sleep tonight with a knife cause it's all you need.

Rokabye baby broken and scarred,

You didn't know life would be this hard.

Time to end this pain that you know so well,

And down will come baby straight to hell.