Labeled

Enter:The Emo

My father left when I was young,

my mom was always working,

I was alone all the time.

My mom never asked,

how was your day?

is something wrong?

but I didn't really mind,

I hate questions,

I hate the medication.

The white walls,

haunts me,

I remember everything,

I mean I should,

I've been there so many times.

I'm judged for what I wear,

I'm judged for who I am,

but I fake a smile,

its so terrifying what one smile can hide.

I turn to music to help,

make the pain go away,

I was sent to a new school,

to start a new life,

but this town is even worse.

I smoke,

to relieve the stress.

I cut,

to stop the pain.

I don't tell anyone these things,

because no one has asked,

with a caring heart.

why are you sad?

die, no one loves you,

go kill yourself,

everyone hates you,

cut little bitch cut!

the words,

cut deep in my skin,

I'm sorry I'm not perfect,

and I'm worthless.

I'm alone in this world,

now let me ask,

what did I ever do to you,

to make you hate me this much....