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 in hand
And take myself away to much better land
I stare in the mirror and let myself cry
Looking forward to the day that I finally die
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Collection of my favorite poems by other people
PoetryMy favorite poems (not my own)
