a poam that i have no clue why i wrote it...

[Zara_rose_wolf]

'Go, run little emo to your room and bleed
No one will miss you if you succeed'

She ran away from all the laughs and glares
Thinking that this wasn't fair
She didn't do anything wrong
So why do they all want her gone

Once she was home she went to her room
Sat in a corner and cried and awaited her doom
The sun started to set and no one was there
So she ran to her closet and picked up her razor with great care

Sitting cross legged on her floor
She sighed and twirled it in her hand making sure
That nobody would miss her face
She hoped when she was gone no one could take her place

No need to bother with a note
Who would really read what she wrote
Resting the razor on her wrist
She couldn't wait until she no longer did exist

The blood flowed from her hand
As she slowly slipped into her dreamland
Where her heart wouldn't ache
And she'd never awake

Her family found her with tears stained on her cheek
She looked so sad they couldn't speak

Who would've guessed it
That the little emo girl who was teased so wrongly
That girl was sadly....me


strangly ii heard this is in a dream it sounded so werid, i ignored it then i redreamed it and wrote it down..... and clue guys?

[Briar]

*blank*

[Night Wolf]

....

[Zara_rose_wolf]

o.- that what i thought....

[Briar]

It is very well composed though.

[Zara_rose_wolf]

strange... i just dreamed it.

[Night Wolf]

What is "o.-" supposed to be?

[Briar]

I think is her winking

[Zara_rose_wolf]

eh kinda more of just like thinking i sopose i just like it XD

[Night Wolf]

Oh okay

[Briar]

that explains it then

[Zara_rose_wolf]

._. but the poem was werid i  redreamed it again and for some reason i wrote it..

[Briar]

yes, it rather odd, but still slightly masterful

[Night Wolf]

Interesting...

[Zara_rose_wolf]

i write poems.. nothing.. quite like that...