I wear striped socks.
I listen to My Chemical Romance.
I sometimes wear a black tie with tiny little skulls on it.
I read books.
I’m not too handsome.
I eat chocolate when I’m depressed.
I sometimes feel as though
The only right thing to do
Is to crawl up inside of me and die
Am I Emo enough for you?

You wear everything striped lately.
You lined up your soul in black and white.
You hate people who act cute.
You say that you hate it when people label you.
Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself?

Maybe you should stop looking down on girls because they act cute.
Maybe they’re being themselves as well.
You don’t know if
They
Ever wanna crawl up in themselves and die.
You don’t know them anymore than you know yourself.
Maybe they also cut themselves and hate their life?
Maybe they listen to My Chemical Romance too.
And by the way;

I know your little secret.
You are not depressed.
The earth does not rotate around you.
Your parents do love you.
You are special and unique
Along with every girl that acts cute.
You’re not more Emo than me.
You’re fifteen.

-LittleSushi

-break-

Something I found on Deviantart. Enjoy.

Labels: emo