The View of Sticks, Pins, and Needles

(Hint: Once again one of my weird freaky poems that don't make sense. The way i like them)

:The way i see it
Your dead to me
Running around where you shouldn't be:

Little girl little girl come back home
Crying is for little babies
Not a big girls
Mommy put you here
Because theres nothing wrong
Nothings ever wrong
In the house of Sticks Pins and Needles
Sticks to Break
Pins to suffocate
And Needles to intake
Yes theres nothing wrong with pain
Especially the kind no one know about
Its alright dear
Pretty soon you'll have no voice to shout out
No worries
Its all okay
In the house of Sticks Pins and Needles
Theres no games to play