Bordom overwhelms me and filles my soul with sorrow.

Call me emo,
and wish me to die.
I probablly will,
as I think with a sigh.

The world is too good for me,
the people are not.
My 'friends' left me,
in this hell to rot.

Because I am emo,
thats why they hate.
But not to worry,
this is my fate.

I will leave in anger,
for you and the other.
Just please give my wish,
to my undying mother.

I hope you're happy,
with you're new lover.
You hope I die,
you her and the other.

But don't worry about me,
I won't say a word.
Because no sound will be there,
no sound to be heard...