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There is nothing but silence
It hangs in the air
You are my prey
You don't know what im there
Watching you quietly
Hiding in the trees
You walk to your car
And take out your keys
I leap to the ground
I lunge for your throat
My claws are so sharp
They cut clean through your coat
I am the hunter
Your blood makes me thirst
I am the monster
A demon at worst
In the dead of
The night wherever you are
I hope you
Remember the scars
And know I am hiding
I will always be there
In the silent night
No matter where
It hangs in the air
You are my prey
You don't know what im there
Watching you quietly
Hiding in the trees
You walk to your car
And take out your keys
I leap to the ground
I lunge for your throat
My claws are so sharp
They cut clean through your coat
I am the hunter
Your blood makes me thirst
I am the monster
A demon at worst
In the dead of
The night wherever you are
I hope you
Remember the scars
And know I am hiding
I will always be there
In the silent night
No matter where
Literature
Cutters Lullaby
Shh, its alright you can fix your heart tonight
Its better he's gone, feed your self that lie
Don't sit helplessly like a broken butterfly
You'll gain control through blood and knife
Etch it in, show your still alive
Make it fresh show your inner pain
Walk along the horrid memory lane
See it heal, watch it slowly fade
Let him go with the scars you made
Go to sleep with a heavy heart
Wish to be taken in from the dark
Nightmares creep in your head
Drown in self-drawn blood want to be dead
Awake the next day, hurt and torn
Same condition as the night before
Literature
Cutters Lullaby
Hush little scared one,
And close your eyes.
Behind your eyelids,
Await a surprise.
Dont be afraid
You cant see the pain.
You cant feel the razor,
You cant feel the shame.
Dont hang your head.
Dont believe their lies.
Just hang onto life,
Despite their demise
Hush little scared one,
Both broken and scarred.
The pain youve endured,
Doesnt seem hard.
Dont close your eyes,
You can see your fate.
You can see the blood,
You can feel the hate.
Dont cry too much.
Dont dry your tears.
Start teaching them all,
Their own worst fears.
Hush little scared one,
Run a
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Abuse
I'm not slapped or hit
I don't have bruises and cuts on my face and body to prove anything
But I'm stabbed with comments,
Slashed at with remarks I've gotten, under breaths.
It's not physical,
But there is still scars left on my skin, from the tears I've shed
There's no proof on me to say that I've been harassed,
But that stays in the heart,
Pierces it then stays forever
And yet its still abuse
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