The Emo

from start to finsh I wonder
why
the cuts look so 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.
I act out slicing my wrist.
I hang my head in shame
I cant help my feeling of being alone
I hide myself
for the day
Just longing to go home
I sprawl on my bed
razor in hand
to take myself away to a
much better land.
I stare in the mirrow
and let myself cry
looking forward to the dya
I finally
Die