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They call me the "emo" kid
Just another "emo" kid,
All alone in this world.
Made by feelings you can't understand,
Living in the darkness I call my friend.
Black my eyes,
And slit my wrists.
Fed up with lies,
I'm sorry I exist.
So R.I.P. my heart,
Go tear it apart,
It's already numb, hidden so deep.
Locked in feelings, fallen asleep.
Oh, I could cry,
Listening to songs of death,
To this world I'd say goodbye.
My paper heart will slowly die...
And I'm dying inside,
My heart torn to shreds.
In my loneliness I hide,
Oh, this nightmare never ends.
I've been stabbed in the heart,
From the front, from the back.
I'm tired of fake friends and loves,
They've ripped me apart.
Just another "emo" kid,
I sing sad songs, telling stories with each note.
There's always a reason to feel not good enough,
I don't understand why life is so tough.
Just another "emo" kid,
My hair's a mess, my eyes are dark,
Void of feelings, and void of spark.
Sometimes I wish I could be, ...
As invisible as you make me feel.
And if by a miracle, my wish became me,
All my wounds would heal.
All my tears fall from the sky,
Please don't make me cry.
Am I that unimportant to you?
There's no one to care, so it must be true.
Just another "emo" kid.
Passing through this superficial world.
Locked in feelings of depression... ,
With hope being their sole possession.
I'm just another "emo" kid,
As unperfect as can be.
Just another life in this world,
My "emo" self and me...
Published 24th May 2018
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