I cry
I cry
I cry
Sometimes when I touch me I cry
I cry
I don't know why I cry
but I cry.
I cry I cry I cry
Sometimes I write in my journal and cry.
Sometimes I look in the mirror I cry.
I CUT MYSELF!
I CUT MYSELF!
I wish that I would die.
Thunderstorms cry.
Clouds cry.
Clowns cry.
Children cry.
But only myyyyyyyyyyyyy
cryiiinnnnnnnnng
counts.
I want to die.
Die die die.
Cry and die.
Black eyeeeeeeeeee
liner.
Black shirt. Black soul, I cry.
I cry and die.
I die when I cry.
But I don't cry when I die.
Because when I die
it's more like a sigh
and not so much like a cry.
All I can do is try to die
I love you but why?
Why when you make me cry
and die inside?
I can only cry
and not know why
and write in my little black journal
in the rain.
My hair is purple, why?
I'm really skinny, why?
Life sucks for me, in this suburban street.
I try to fall but land on my feet
because I'm a homosexual
and like taking it up the ass
bent over
standing up.
Will you be my wife?
I'm an emo kid for life!
Don't leave me ever
or I'll shoot my brains out all over.
BLOOD!
I SEE IT!
I SEE BLOOD AND I DO NOT CRY!
I DIDN'T GRADUATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL!
(I cry and cry
but I'm happy knowing
that because of me
Rock n' Roll may truly die.)
The end.
That said, fuck emo. GUNS N ROSES WILL ALWAYS BE THE GREATEST FUCKING ROCK N ROLL BAND OF ALL TIME FOREVER AND EVER.
AXL ROSE, MOTHERFUCKERS