I wrote this a couple years ago and want to turn it into a song. Help.Trigger Warning
 

Cutters Lullaby

Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies.
They torn their wing against a thorn,
You know the pain 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 as you start to cry,
Whisper the cutters lullaby:
"Hushabye baby, you're almost dead,
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your friends let you bleed,
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause it's all you need.
Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,
You didn't know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain you hid so well.
And down you'll come baby,
Straight back to hell!"





I have certain ideas, but I need some help. I really want to turn this into a song.......

Pandora,

I'd recommend turning the first 8 lines into two separate verses, then also creating a chorus out of five of the latter lines, plus a bridge out of 4 other lines (like I suggest below) or some other similar variation.

I've also added a few grammar corrections and slight wording changes that I'd recommend.

I hope this will give you some more ideas on what you might like to do with your song as you create it!

Cutter's Lullaby (variation)

Go to sleep and close your eyes
And dream of broken butterflies.
They've torn their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they endured.

Hushabye, baby, you're almost dead,
Your pulse is weak, your pillow is red.
Your friends let you bleed.
They let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife.
It's all you need.

Silver metal shines so bright
by scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.

Hushabye, baby, you're almost dead,
Your pulse is weak, your pillow is red.
Your friends let you bleed.
They let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife.
It's all you need.

The moonlight's shining off your tears
As you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you begin to cry,
Whisper the cutter's lullaby:

Hushabye, baby, you're almost dead,
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your friends let you bleed.
They let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife.
It's all you need.

Rockabye, baby, broken and scarred,
You didn't know life would be this hard.
End the pain you hid so well.
And down you'll come, baby,
Straight back to hell!

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Your song topic reminds that I had a friend in graduate school who was a "cutter." She showed me her wounds that she made on her upper legs where no one could see them. She held the wounds together with butterfuly band-aids.

I felt for my friend very much. She was such a lovely and smart young woman, and it pained me to know she felt such stress that it led to her trying to relieve it and feel control but cutting herself.

I felt simultaneously honored that she disclosed her secret to me, because it can be very hard to admit one's distress gets so high and that one has turned to a harmful way of coping.

I like Vegangelica's idea but I think the biggest solution is to GO SEE A PSYCHOLOGIST!