Life of An Emo Kid

(Here's a little background, for what you're about to read.
This poem is kinda old. I would say, about 4 years exactly.
Some of it is metaphorical, while the other half is literal.
All I ask is that.. No one judges me for my past, or the things
I might have been feeling while writing this. Thank, you.)



Cut here.

Bleed there.

Pop pills, drink beer.

Pass out.

Repeat.

Wake up.

Don't eat.

Remember, then forget.

Don't care.

No shit.

Alone, and afraid.

Consumed.

Not displayed.

Smoke weed.

Shoot up.

Party hard.

Throw up.

Go home, and sleep.

Cut the lights.

No dreams.