they call me emo,
they call me weird,
they tell me to go cut myself,
i gusse im just sterotypical like that,
they tell me to go jump off a bridge,
i should listin to them,
no one would care,
no one would notice,
if they did theyd be happy,
theyd be satisifyed,
im so predictibal,
or so they think
but they dont no what has happened to make me this way,
its not like they care,
care about the broken peices of a person hidden beneth the shell,
care about my feelings,
care about how close i am to killing myself,
to endig my life,
to putting myself out of my misery,
its no like im special,
im just like everyone else whos like me,
whos givin up on the world,
i am miserbal and just want to die,
i gusse im just sterotypical like that