Funny how they all laugh at you at once
When you made the wrong move
When you said the wrong thing

Think about how much you hate them
Think of them dying in your hands

Cry them a river
They'll sail down it slowy
pointing and laughing at you
Your big face floating in the middle
Of the ocean of tears
Saltwater

You'll never learn
You'll never undertand the truth
Your a loser
And no one
Or atlest not everyone
Could ever love
A loser

So go and cry
Give them somthing else
To laugh about
And as you write your poems
Your hate will build

As you slit your wrists
Watching YOUR blood fall to the ground
Wishing it was theirs
Tears in your eyes
And feeling dizzy
Relize

You'll never win a battle
You'll never win this war
Your weakness created this

...You had a choice

You know, for someone who hates emokids, you talk about slitting wrists a lot.

But you're a great writer. Keep it up. Not the hatred, but the emotion(I know, confusing) makes you a great writer.

Reminds me of how I feel sometimes. Your poetry is very dark but on the surface something else. something hidden, something beautiful.