To people I'm a freak,
to others I'm a friend.
to people I'm stupid,
to others I'm just me.
to people I'm emo,
well thats what everyone says.
they say I'm emo,
because they see these marks,
these marks that show,
these marks I've tried to hide,
these marks i placed upon my wrists.
i wonder what they would say,
if these marks were not that bad.
not as bad as what i could have done.
i could have done worst,
i could have done more.
they'll never know what i could have done.
i could have ended these marks.
but it would have ended my life.
to people I'm a freak,
to others I'm a friend.
to people I'm stupid,
to others I'm just me.
to people I'm emo,
well thats what everyone says.
they call me emo,
when i sit in my room,
with the radio as loud,
as it can go.
i sit in my room,
an think about my life.
how it could have been different.
how i could have been happy.
i used to cry all the time,
until i was with friends.
but now i just cut,
add marks to the rest.
i could have done worst,
i could have done more.
they'll never know what i could have done.
i could have ended these marks.
but it would have ended my life.
i wish people would stop.
stop saying I'm stupid,
stop calling me emo,
stop thinking it's bad.
too many people around me,
judging me.
to people I'm a freak,
to others I'm a friend.
to people I'm stupid,
to others I'm just me.
to people I'm emo,
well thats what everyone says.
