Emo
I cut,
I slash,
I wanna trash,
All the memories that haunt me.
I'm not a freak,
Like people think,
But a tormented soul,
Out of control.
I wanna be,
The normal I see,
To live my life,
And be pain free.
But how do I stop,
The pain in my soul,
The pain of my body,
The things I can't control?
I love myself,
Not the things I feel,
The cutting I do,
Makes life feel so real.
So, where do I go,
And what do I do,
To make myself,
Less of a freak to you?
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