I am emo, my life shattered into little peices that even i cannot put back together.......my life feels empty....I have friends to help me but sometimes I feel like the black sheep....or invisable. The knive which scars my body relives my soul from its sorrow. But as my life seems complete its still missing something in my life.....so call me what you will but if you call me emo....I'll tell you one thing....I never chose it...it chose me