• The sadness reigns over my soul
    and i am left to die.
    Falling through the darkness
    my blood and tears mix forcing me to cry.

    I am the stranger in the crowd of friends
    clotting in forms of people
    making sure they ignore
    the goth girl sitting in the corner with a bloody knife.

    The popular bitches point and stare
    with their long fingernails
    to scratch the chalkboard with the deadly sound
    to burst eardrums of the innocent emo. Me.

    Their pink and baby blue shirts
    and long, curly, blonde hair wraps
    around their shoulders as a
    tease for all the cute guys wanting
    an easy one night stand to
    forget the next night
    and remember as a distant memory.

    Pitch black lipstick sends a kiss to the life
    she used to hate but once loved then left again.
    True love had met in her dreams always hoping
    to be found flesh to flesh, skin to skin,
    loving hearts combining to create
    the bloody mixture of dark hatred
    and sensitive feelings with love
    in between.

    The adults look at me and frown
    seeing my black clothes and eyeliner
    while they rush their children away
    not letting them see the psycho goth girl
    sitting on the corner of the street crying.

    End.