Emo Girl I Am.

From start to finish I wonder why
The cuts look good in this messed up lie,
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms.

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“The emo” they call me.
I turn to my name
They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame
I can’t help my feelings
Of being alone.

I hide myself for the day
Just longing to go home
I sprawl on my bed
With my razor in hand
And take myself away
To a much better land.
I stare in the mirror
And let myself cry
Looking forward to the day
That I finally die.

Poetess Dee

Stay Blessed : Dee 🙂

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