When we close are eyes it's like a dark paradise.
We wear black to cover are shame.
Are bodies are the cutting board red is are favorite colour.
We hide behind a fake smile.
We smoke to let out the pain, we inhale the good shit,, exhale the bad shit.
We are depressed and, no one cares except each other.
This is who we are, and that will never change.
Sometimes we don't get out of bed.
Sometimes we don't eat for days.
We don't do this for attention, we do this for shame.
We are Emo and That's are fame:)
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The Emo (This Is Us) (Poem
PoetryThis is a Poem about Me, and my friends that are Emo.
