I tried not to cut
But just my luck
I saw a blade
Guess what I made
How do I just pause?
Quit for my one cause?
The knife I hold so deep,
Through torn skin the blood will seep.
'What is emo? ' Everyone asks.
'A religion or just a mask?
Is it attention that they seek?
So they cut open skin so deep.
I hate this place I call my home,
This place I also hat to roam.
More like a prison it is to me,
Something others don't wanna see.
Isn't a friend supposed to be there?
Aren't they supposed to be the one to care?
Why do they insist on messing up?
Or just making me wanna cut?