Emo Angel... Save Me!
Entry 6
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Wednesday 21st April 2013
Time dragged so slowly today. This is just a bunch a bull sh*t. Writing in a book is for girls, not guys. I guess it's just as if i'm actually speaking to someone, but I never get a reply. There are approximately two people i've met who are like me, an Emo. I met them at some counselling club, they were nothing like me. They were more scene than Emo. Constantly, they would complain about some guy who needs a brick in his face.
Emo's don't do that crap.
Wednesday's suck, of course, everyday sucks. School will be out soon, that's a bonus. My skin's so pale from always staying inside, it's better inside, no danger. Well, there's always the danger towards my self but that's a different thing. I'm not afraid to die, I don't think anyone should be. We all die one day, no matter how or where it happens. It just happens.
I have nothing better to do with my time than write in this, It was suggested by some crappy councilor, to express my feelings. Why the hell should I. I mean I do but not like that, I want people to feel my pain.
I cut again. Six times. Three times across, three times over lapping that. Cutting is a way to, i don't know, show people the pain I feel on the inside. You wear scars forever, they fade but you can still see them. Like the cracks in a mirror, you can still see your self through the cracks.
Life's sh*t, this is sh*t. Counselling doesn't help, they don't give a god damn sh*t about helping us. They just want to be praised. Well I'm not giving them the satisfaction they want.
Goodbye you little sh*ts
YOU ARE READING
Emo Angel
PoetryDiaries of an Emo Life... please save me? A/N: These dairy entries are very short and will start to get violent with fights but it won't be in present time, only written in the past tense
