My Emo Life

I May not look emo.
At some points in life.
I May not cut myself.
Only because i had to stop.
I may not have perfect black hair,
But thats a point,
Im not perfect!
I live life with Lies,
Rumors and Pain.

My wrists are scars never to lighten my days.
The Cuts that scared Used to help me Day.
But that all went away when suicide called my way.
I lost to much Blood,
In A coma i may say.
I got Anti-Depresents and had to use them
in so many ways.

The only thing i truely loved that went away.
My Friends ignored me.
Called me names.
my high spirits Lost
and i went insane.
I put on a smile.
And seem okay.
But deep down inside.
Im a bleeding angel
Waiting to get away.