Poems of a Marked Heart

The Emo

From start to finish I wonder why

The cuts look good in this messed up lie

The blood that trickles down my arm

People all stare at the girl who self-harms

The emo, they call me.

I turn to my name

They act out slicing their wrists

I hang my head in shame

I can't help my feelings

Of being alone

I hide myself for the day

Just longing to go home

I sprawl on my bed

With my razor blade in hand

And take myself away 

To a much better land

I stare in the mirror

And let myself cry

Looking forward to the day

That I finally die.