Yes i do wear a lot of black,
Along with thick eyeliner.
I'm not afraid to admit,
That i have scars on my arms.
I'm so depressed,
And i do sometimes think about suicide.
The music i listen to is different than yours,
Because mine is screamo and depressing.
Just because all these things describe me,
Doesn't mean you can label me as emo.
I wear what i want to,
And do my make-up however i want.
The scars on my arms,
Show my depression and past mistakes.
Music is how i describe how i feel,
And sometimes screamo is the only way.
Just because all these things describe me,
Doesn't mean you can label me as emo.
Because i'm just me,
And that's all i ever want to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem