Maybe I should cut myself
A little deeper than he knows
He sees it all across my hips
And down my arms
And broken fingertips
I'm screaming, and it hurts
Maybe I should end myself
The only thing I might do right
And if you can read this
I'm gone, so long
If you can see this
I'm not there, in thin air
Hopeless
Maybe if I cared to speak
A little louder, I'd be fine
But my voice cracks and dies
When I'm pleading
When I need something
I'm screaming, and it hurts
If only I'd forget myself
And keep breathing...
And if you can read this
I'm gone, so long
If you can see this
I'm not there, in thin air
Hopeless
Demonstrate a little more
How trapped I've been
Cut myself, gas myself
Overdose, who knows
I might wake up again
To the same thing
In another life
In another time...
And if you can read this
I'm gone, so long
If you can see this
I'm not there, in thin air
Hopeless
I keep my messages disguised
In clever bottles that I hide
And take out from time to time
Well if you can read this
Maybe security's been breached
But I'm always out of reach...
Hopeless
Author notes
OK
To be honest, I'm not really one to wallow. Self destructive habits aside, it's not something I frequently talk about or generally wish to discuss.
When I'm hurting, I find the best thing to do is smash it out on my guitar and sing along until bad feelings go away.
Yeah, I'm fairly down lately. Stuff weighing on my mind. But I'm just releasing.
If you don't like the content of the poem, if you're going to sit there and tell me what an emo I am, I have a remedy for your discontent. Don't fucking read it. I don't consider myself emo, and you don't have to be part of a ridiculous clique to get a little sad sometimes.
*nod*
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