he sits in his room
alone in the dark
tears in his eyes
a silver blade in his sight
everyone's asleep
no one to hear him cry
his voice softly whispers
his own lullaby
"hush little child
don't go to bed
'cause then all the monsters
who live in your head
will only just hurt you
until you are dead."
his mind goes cloudy
as the metal touches his skin
he whispers to himself
"alright monsters, you win"
he carves deep and carves hard
his warm blood pouring out
he bites his lip hard
as he tries not to shout
he wraps himself up
after the bleeding has stopped
"it's final." he whispers
"i've just given up"
"i'll write down my note
and say my goodbye
i won't tell them my story
but i'll sing my lullaby."