*not mine*
From start to finish i wonder why
the cuts look good in this messed up life
the blood that trickles down my arm
peole all stare at the girl who self harms
"the emo" they call me
i turn to my name
they act out slitting their wrists
i hang myy head in shame
i cant help my feelings
of being alone
i hode myself for the day
just longing to go home
i sprawl on my bed
with my razor in hand
and take myself away
to a musch better land
i stare in the mirror
and let myself cry
looking forward to the day
that i finally die
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Emo peoms and quotes
Poetrywelp... the title pretty much tells you what this is about.........