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 hawthorne heights album without sobbing Girls keep breaking up with me, it’s never any fun They say they already have a pussy, they don’t need another one my life is just a black abyss... ya know..it’s so dark. And it’s suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...which look great on me by the way. When I get depressed I cut my wrist in every direction Hearing songs about getting dumped gives me an erection I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes I’m just a 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 I said I like girls, I’d only be half right.
