My Emo Life

I may be emo,but that doesn't make me a FREAK.
I may wear black, but why don't you even notice?
I might have cut,but that was only one time.
I may act depressed, but why do you even care?
You notice that I may cry, but you will never understand my tears.
I wish I was dead, but why does this bother you?
It's almost as if you love me, but I'm failing to see why.
You protect me and you stay by my side, but why would someone do that for me?
I'm just broken and dead, and there's nothing left to help.
I'm lost inside this bitterness, but you try to help me anyway.
I try to push you away, but you come right back.
But then I notice that I'm not fighting you anymore, and that I'm starting to let you in.
I let you mend my wounds, now I can't ignore you.
I may be emo, but you'll love me anyway; and I'm glad for that.