Oh life why are you so mean
A pain is in my spleen
This dark make-up on my eyes
helps me to realize
That all of my emo poems about cutting
are not very becoming
I write emo poems about broken hearts
and then the cute feeling starts
My life is better than death
so why cut my wrist and do meth?
I need to stop thinking of suicide
no longer do I need to hide... in my room
This is a poem about love
something I am always thinking of
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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