This is not ink, this is my black blood
Squeezed from my veins from all the hatred
And from all the nightmares I have
Of killing lots of people, like Zachary Taylor
And the pope
And a lot of other people who suck and
Need to die and stuff, like me
I took a bunch of sleeping pills once
And then I laid down and waited for eternal rest
But then an hour later,
I realized I ate a bunch of Smarties
And I cried for a few hours
And then talked with my MySpace friends
About how I ate a bunch of Smarties
And they asked if they could have any
And I told them they can’t through the internet
So they killed themselves
And I talked to my dog about my feelings
But then he ran off and
I looked in the kitchen to find myself some knives
To cut myself with
But I only found butter knives
They were not sharp so
My wrists wouldn’t cut and it sucked
So I found a knife that worked but
It was stuck in the handle thing
So I cried some more and
My makeup went everywhere and
I took a picture of it with my camera phone
And put it on MySpace
But all of my friends were dead so
I was rejected
And alone
And I got makeup on my camera phone
And tears too
And my phone short circuited
Because it sucks and it cost me ten dollars
Which I sold my razor for
Even though I never used it
And it got taken away at school
Not the razor, the phone
I hate the cheerleaders
I hate the jocks
I hate the goths
I hate the nerds
I hate the vice principal
I hate the principal principal
And the world
And you
And me
Who is also an emo
I hate emos too
Because they’re dead and I’m not
I like black roses
Because they’re dark like me
And emotional
Not the rose, me
I don’t know anything about flowers
They have thorns, they hurt
They made my finger bleed
It was awesome
But then it stopped, so
I pricked myself again, but
The thorn broke off and there were
None left, because
I got it from another emo kid
It was used
Like my soul
My soul is gone, like my life
Black roses remind me of death
There are only 15 videos of black roses on YouTube
And 21 of me, so
I think it’s not fair
I think I’ll cry about it
But not now,
I don’t want makeup to mix with my blood
Which this is written with
Not ink, remember?
I can’t believe my sister lost my CD
It was My Chemical Romance
It was autographed
She’s emo
I hate her
She has an emo boyfriend
I don’t hate him
Because he put an AFI video on YouTube
And MySpace, but
I won’t tell him that
So he won’t have to worry about me when he
Kills himself
My sister will too
I don’t get it
My MySpace friends are dead
But it says they’re still online
What?
MySpace must be broken
Like my heart
And my rose
And my heart,
Again,
And I lied
‘Cause I should be dead right now
This isn’t my blood, yeah
This is ink