On down days, it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders,
Only now, me feeling it often, heavy on my back
I try to imagine it vanished from my site
but it doesn't go away
the feelings I fell are disoriented,
lonley, abandoned and blue
I do what any other soul would do
I take it
let it slide from my mind untill recently
the changes overtook,
growing out of control
the blood of me flows like a river
now on inside and out
take a sharp edge
penitrate it through your skin
let it drip
down your arms
down your legs
down your body in despair
will it dissapear?
no, the pool of red is larger now
I inherited the name they hear spat at them every day
''emo''
now where do I go?
what do i do?
who do i turn to?
only time will tell
untill then,
i'll let the pain drip down onto the floor.