• ''Go, run little emo to your room and bleed
    No one will miss you if you succeed''

    She ran away from all the laughs and glares
    Thinking that this wasn't fair
    She didn't do anything wrong
    So why do they all want her gone

    Once she was home she went to her room
    Sat in a corner and cried and awaited her doom
    The sun started to set and no one was there
    So she ran to her closet and picked up her razor with great care

    Sitting cross legged on her floor
    She sighed and twirled it in her hand making sure
    That nobody would miss her face
    She hoped when she was gone no one could take her place

    No need to bother with a note
    Who would really read what she wrote
    Resting the razor on her wrist
    She couldn't wait until she no longer did exist

    The blood flowed from her hand
    As she slowly slipped into her dreamland
    Where her heart wouldn't ache
    And she'd never awake

    Her family found her with tears stained on her cheek
    She looked so sad they couldn't speak

    Who would've guessed it
    That the little emo girl who was teased so wrongly
    That girl was sadly....me