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The Emo

From start to finish,
I wonder why,
The cuts look good,
In this messed up lie,
The blood that trickles,
Down my arm,
People all stare,
At the boy who self-harms

"The Emo" they call me,
I turn to my name,
They act out slicing theit wrists,
I hang my head in shame,
I can't help my feelings,
Of being alone,
I hide myself for the day,
Just longing to go home,
I sprawl on my bed,
With my razor in hand,
And take myself away,
To a much better land

I stare in the mirror,
And watch myself cry,
And long for the day,
I finnaly die....
Written by Benji (Leah Johnson)
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