so i was bored today, and was talking to libby about something or other, and the inspiration hit me to write a poem. not just any poem tho, an emo poem. it took about...4ish hours to complete and tweak and stuff total, counting supper and jeopardy and everything. it started off somewhat as a joke, but its evolved into something real. i dont think its too shabby: My parents have gone to dinner tonight I lay in my room, clenching a knife My window is empty; nothing crosses its path I see the moon rising, enveloped by black I slide the blade across my skin It’s amazing how easily metal glides in In the form of a cross, that is the design On my wrist with a pen, written so fine My blood is crimson all over the walls I know that it hurts but my duty still calls I do this for all of you, not by my choice Never knowing my pain, you must hear my voice I despise all that walk, all who tread on the small A corrupted government, it will soon fall I latch on to my doll, now tattered and torn Even it doesn’t know the amount of my scorn The chains at my ankles, which jangle to stride Even they cannot show the anguish I hide The note that I’ve written, now folded to close Is laying beside me, atop one sweet rose The rose has been sliced, sheared to bits and to pieces Conveying the feelings within the letter’s four creases The petals of rose are cast through the room In the orderly hectic manner of doom My sister walks in, to my great dismay She’s only six though, what could I say? I struggled to rise, blood dripping on my hand The look on her face said, “I don’t understand” Terrified now, her gaze had become I looked all around, realized what I’d done I shooed her away, time for damage control I had no idea it had taken this toll She’s in the hall crying; I can hear her from here It sickens me thinking I started her tears The cuts weren’t that deep; they’ll heal soon enough But my sister’s sad face is much more than a scuff How selfish, how foolish, to think this was right Rather than ending my day, I nearly ended my life | 
