[Mike]

Originally Posted by Goths

A streak of dark blood
Running into my black heart
Means that I am dead to the earth
No one understands this pain
Sucks to be me

My babysitter doesn't understand
that I am too weak to feed myself
sugarcubes and she makes me do
it. Why don't I just end it all?

The moon sucks the life out of me and
Casts streaks of sick light on my black shirt.
I scratch my wrists with paperclips
and sniff magic markers to distract myself
from the severe suffering that I must
endure.