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I think I’ll write a poem,
a poem about life,
I think I’ll write it like an emo,
I'll write it with my knife,
I'll write it in my arm so deep,
so the blood can start to creep,
Down my arm comes crimson red,
it starts to flow down to my bed.

I think I’ll write a poem,
a poem about life,
I'll write it like an emo,
as I write I cry,
Thinking of my life I hate,
and that special date,
I'm thinking I wanna end this now,
but no, it's far too late,
I'm crying full of pain,
just hoping for you, just to call my name,
I wanna end this,
but it's too late,
So I just sit and wait,
for my life to end,
Just to send a message of how I changed my life,

I wrote this little poem,
like an emo with my knife.