Little Emo Girl Poem by Jessica LaDuron

a slash here,
and blood there,
and the next thing i know,
the towel is soaked in blood,
and i'm trying to cover up my mess,
i have become so reckless,
i can only pray,
that someone hears my cries for help,
or i will be like all the others
whose lives were taken,
just because they couldn't handle the world,
i will be put 6 feet under the ground,
i have spent my whole life in a box,
and now my body will be forever trapped in one.
oh sure people will cry at my funeral,
but at least they will know,
that i am far from the person that i used to be,
the person whos eyes were dazed over,
who walked ina zombie like trace,
who was realy dead inside,
but now i'm dead inside also,
but i am also free