An Emo's Prayer Poem by alice spakrs

If they ever cared and ever loved someone,
Then let them hear what they have done.
To me for a decade now,
Let them know it was they who made me take my final bow.

I am emo this is true,
But what have I ever done to you.
I sleep by a silver blade at night,
Holding it so tight.

With scarlet blood in my dreams,
Yet no sign of a holy beam.
I want them to know what I'm about to do,
And why they hurt me was pain longer over do.

The names they said to me for 10 years has been stuck inside my head,
Now they'll see me lye motionless in my bed.
They say that sticks and stones can break your bones and word shall never hurt you,
Yet the words did more than hurt me and gave pleasure to you too.

They wonder why I cut my wrist at night,
Why I hold on to my blade so tight.
I want to escape this pain in my life,
I will always cut with that knife,

Now tell me do you understand why I do this?
why the knife gives me such bliss?
It takes my pain away for a while.
And leaves me with a broken smile.

My time is up and I must leave.
Time for me to see.
I hear the angels bells,
Yet I'm heading towards hell.