A emo kids perspective

I call it freedom of expression            
I dress in black to show my depression            
I take a knife and clench my fist            
And slowly slide it across my wrist            
           
It's like the feel of addreniline          
For me the pain is such a sudden rush its like a drug I can't stop taking  
Well, at least in my sight          
   
I know there are people who will judge
I know there are people who fail to understand
I know there are people who hold their grudge
 
But this is who I am
I do the best I can  
But in the end
My blade is my only friend