Okay heres a joke(yes the joke is completely relevant to the poem)
how many Emo kids does it take to change a light bulb? 7 1 to do it and 6 to sit down write a song or poem about it and how it depresses them
so... me and my friends sat down and did
As I change,
My life starts to rearrange,
Nothing feels the same,
Life is really lame,
So take this knife,
To end my life,
Because I don't want to live anymore,
I've already ripped and tore,
I get to feel the exhilaration
For the last time, self mutilation,
My last words will be,
"The point of life i never could really see".
