hush, little darling,
hush those deadly thoughts.
don’t let that blade taste blood;
I warn you, it gets addicted.
breathe – in and out, love –
don’t forget that one small chore;
or you’ll get caught up
in dark, dreadful thoughts
and drown away for sure.
be careful, dear, think clear.
one rash choice will
**** a life many hold dear;
you’ll never know
which hands you would have held,
which hearts would have helped
you through it all.

you’ll make it through, darling,
I promise you – I do.