We’ve known each other forever,
I no you like I no how to tie my shoe,
You’ve told me everything,
I lied to you,
I told you that you no everything about me,
But,
I haven’t,
I’m sorry,
I’ll tell you now,
But be warned you might not like what you hear,
I’m emo,
I cut,
I cry,
I sit in the corner and want to die,
I wear skinny leg jeans, hoodies, and converse,
I listen to wicked music,
People don’t agree with how I deal with things,
But that’s their problem,
I sit alone at lunch and listen to Fall Out Boy,
No one understands me,
My parents haven’t noticed my purple scars; they are all over my body,
If one person says something wrong and I take it to heart,
I go to the girls toilets and I take out my blade,
And I cut,
Not too deep,
I don’t want to die,
I just want too have more physical pain than I do emotional,
I have a few friend which agree with my way of dealing with these things,
I’m sick of everyone telling me to stop,
Its not there problem,
Its mine,
So leave me alone!
good poem, , , but this is not ur problem alone, , , atitudes ahve great bearings on others..
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I don't know anything about emo so I read this. It taught me a lot so I gave the writer a nine for being so clear wit information.. GW62