I must be emo

I must be emo
Dear diary:
Mood: apathetic
my life is spiraling downward
I couldn’t get enough money to go to the blood
red romance and suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs like
´Stab my heart because I love you,´
and rip apart my soul and of cause,
stab rip stab stab" and It doesn’t help that I couldn’t
´t get my hair to do that flippy thing either,
like that guy from that band could do,
some days you know

I’m an emo kid, non-conforming
as can be you’d be non-conforming to if look just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
´cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag
I call It freedom of expression most just call me a fag
´cause their dudes look like chicks
Their chicks look like dikes
¨cause emo is one step below transtite
Stop my breathing and still my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
I’m dark and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister’s mascara now
I’m grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can’t get through a Hawthome Heights
Album without sobbing

Girls keep breaking up with me,
It´ never any fun
They say they have a pu***,
they don’t need another one
stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
My life is just a black abyss, you know, It’s so dark
And It’s suffocating me. Grabbing a hold of me and
Tightening It’s grip, tighter then a pair of my little
Sister’s jeans…which look great on my by the way
When I get depressed
I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped
Give an erection
I write in a live journal
and wear thick rimmed glasses
I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just bad, cheap imitation of Goth
You can read me “Catcher in the rye”
And watch me jack off

I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If said I like I’m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parental
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo
My parents just don’t get me you know, they think
I’m gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a
Couple of guys. But I mean, It’s the 2000s. can’t 2, or 4
Dudes make-out with each other without being gay.
I mean, chicks dig that kind anyways
I don’t know diary, sometimes I thing you’re the only
One that get me, you’re my best friend…I feel like
tacos