(this is about the first time I ever cut.)
Sitting on my bed tonight, but there's no chance of sleep.
For I am too empty of soul and mind, all I can do is sing.
Singing to make the hours go by, singing nobody's lullaby.
"Hush little baby, nobody cares
cry all you want, nobody's there
Pencil to paper, razor to skin
Nobody cares now just like nobody cared then
Trying to scream away the darkness,
only finding broken lights
Looking for an exit, only finding solemn plights."
Before I know it, I'm soaked in tears.
I'm thinking of memories, obligations and fears,
thinking of facing another day, causing pounding in my ears.
Still singing and thinking from where I lay,
of the lyrics that take the pain away.
So when I feel the need for a gruesome goodbye,
I sing Nobody's Lullaby.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!