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 girl who self-harms.
"The Emo" they call me,
I turn to my name.
They act out slicing my 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 razor in hand.
And take myself away,
To a much better land.
I stare in the mirror,
And let myself cry.
Looking forward to the day,
That I finally die.