The life of an emo!

The one i need
the one i loath
black and torn
emo clothes

studded belts and
greasy hair
life will always be unfair

everywhere i go
the black clouds loom
this will 4 ever be filled with gloom

suicide with lies of pain
lying in the blood-dropped rain

broken hearts that were torn apart
were broke again by that evil tart

slit my wrists and
cut my veins
whipping horses with
those reins

although you left me
I'm still here
i luv you now
just so you know
I'll never go.