• I look at the blade,
    Thinking "What did I do?"
    I saw the blood,
    My dad walked in and said "How could you?"

    When I told him what was wrong,
    He slapped me on my head,
    I could'nt feel the pain,
    I don't know what I said.

    I now am an emo,
    For this is no wrong,
    No evil could come out of this,
    All I thought about was a stupid emo song.

    My friends all think I'm crazy,
    But I know they are wrong,
    I always knew this,
    But I can't always see this poem this long.