Emo World
My heart is stabbed by a rusty knife
Slowly ending my black, pathetic life
Feeling my blood pour from my raw wound
My breathing becomes herassed, to end soon
I stare unbeliving with begging eyes
Remembering my friends and their happy lives
I glace up to my killer, a sight to see
Tis not a human, but the world that killed me
Slowly ending my black, pathetic life
Feeling my blood pour from my raw wound
My breathing becomes herassed, to end soon
I stare unbeliving with begging eyes
Remembering my friends and their happy lives
I glace up to my killer, a sight to see
Tis not a human, but the world that killed me
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