I'm not like other people . . . I'm different and not in the way that most people think . . . .

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Go to sleep and close your eyes and dream of broken butterflies. That tore their wing against a thorn. You know the pain that they've 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. Hush baby, your almost dead. You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red. Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed. Sleep tight with a knife. Cause that's all you need.Rock-a-by baby broken and scarred. You didn't know life would be this hard. Time to end this pain you hid so well. And down you'll come baby, straight back to hell.

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You lay there still, awaiting your death It is coming my dear,so lay there and rest Close your eyes, and dream sweet dreams There’s not much time for you it seems Stay peaceful and calm Please don’t cry I will sing you a lullaby Hush now, go to sleep With your soul, you shall keep

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As I stare so carefully the darkness stares right back at me the heartless world clings to fake ideas that I no longer make. My world was shredded torn apart, as my world so was my heart I lost feeling and became so numb blissfully ignorant of what is to come. The smile on my face is forced by me sorry to tell you I want to be free like a shadow in the night invisible to all I want nothing there when I fall.

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Rain, rain, go away, Because of you the pain will stay. Slit my throat, cut out my heart, Leave me here, tear it apart. Poison tears stream down my face, My heart beats at a steady pace As I try to stand again; Alone and standing in the rain. I don’t need you anymore. Is what I think while tears pour. I hate you like I hate my life; But love is what cuts like a knife. Love is death and death is you; Its pain stains like a black tattoo. Those memories come back again And bind me in the ropes of pain. Crimson blood streams down my head Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread, To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull...Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.

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Jar of Hearts-Christina Perry

Secrets- OneRepublic