情绪硬核 Boy

To all the Emos out there....

Two slits on my wrists
To hide.
Two slits on my wrists
Whose blood subsides.
Leaving two scars on my wrists
Forever left behind.

Blood paints my skin,
As I cut away my sins,
Of hate and depression.

I feel pain for once,
That won't last long,
Because I sing my song,
Of death and pain,
With joy because I gain,
Peace...

I feel no love.
I feel no joy.
Only feelings of
The pull to destroy,
What is left of my soul,
Which is as dark as coal,
And end my life forever.

I toy with the minds,
Of people who find,
That I am not the same,
As I used to be.

And as I explain,
The tragedy,
That led to my change,
They recognize my life,
As unworthy.

So forever I sit,
Alone in this world,
Cutting away,
To my death,
Cutting away,
To my last breath.