Famous Poems that you know
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Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore it's wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they have endured
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.
The moonlight shining off your tears
As you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry
Whisper the cutters lullaby:
Hushabye baby, youre almost dead
You dont have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you
Your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause its all that you need.
Rockabye baby, Broken and scarred,
You didnt know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain you hid so well
And down youll come baby,
Straight back to hell!
Cutter's Lullaby-Author Unknown -
And I could look at her without compassion,
Seeing her punishment in the ruin she was,
In her profound unfitness for this earth on which she was placed,
In the vanity of sorrow which had become a master mania,
Like the vanity of penitence,
The vanity of remorse,
The vanity of unworthiness,
And other monstrous vanities that have been curses in this world.
(Doesn't know the same)- Charles Dickens -
Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go
Friday's child is kind and giving
Saturday's child works hard for a living
But the child that was born on the Sabbath Day
Is blithe and bonny and good and gay
I was born on a Wednesday
I don't know about you
I always wanted to meet Sunday's child
and tell her what to do
'Cause I was so angry
And, oh, how I cried
Why, oh, why do I have to be
Wednesday's child?
Thought I could change the story
Didn't like how the way it looked
So I took my pencil
and I rewrote that whole storybook
'Cause I was so angry
and, oh, how I cried
Why, oh, why do I have to be
Wednesday's child?
If I could write music
I'd rewrite all the songs
that you hear on the radio
All the sad songs
They're about me
If I could write Latin
I'd rewrite the way
All the Latin-based languages
Are spoken, all the sad words
They're about me
If I could write one song
It wouldn't be this one
This one's too sad
Or maybe it's just bad
I'm so angry
and, oh, how I cried
Why, oh, why do I have to be
Wednesday's child?
Monday's child is fair of face (narcissist)
Tuesday's child is full of grace (a little stiff)
Wednesday's child is full of woe (whatever)
Thursday's child has far to go (get out)
Friday's child is kind and giving (sucker)
Saturday's child works hard for a living (overachiever)
But the child that was born on the Sabbath Day
Is blithe and bonny and good and gay
Wensdays Child-Author Unknown
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