The cuts look good in this messed up lie.
That blood that trickles down my arm.
People all stare at the girl that who self harms.
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 razors in my hand.
And take myself away.
To a much better land.
ÃÂ
I stare in the mirror.ÃÂ
And let myself cry.
Looking towards the day..
That I finally die...
Shane Rush
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