I'm gothic.yeah there's only another reason to hate me.I got
this way from this guy.Thanks to him I've been living a lie.
So thanks..you know who I'm talking about..I've moved on and
so have you.I've been here without you.So here we are livin
our lives..wondering if we have a second try..well the
answer is 'no' you hurt me..more than anyone else could.you
made me this way so you're getting what you deserve.So I
hope this poem does you some good.I cut myself and bleed for
you.I shed tears all night and day.I hope this poem helps
you learn that you wont get away with this until I burn in
hell.I'm gothic.So what? just another reason to forget about
me. I cut my wrists,I try to commit suicide, but I cant it's
just something inside.I dress in black.Black make-up,black
fingernail polish,black hair, black shirts,black pants,and
black shoes.I've tried to change but you never seem
interested in me just those slutty bimbos what's wrong with
me? so I wear black and I'm gothic. I dont worship the
devil. I'm not satanic. I'm just a girl,who's gothic. I have
40 cuts on my arms,each.I've bled 80 times and you know why?
because of you! So I hope you're happy with your new life.
I'll sit here..with this knife. Slit my wrist once and watch
it bled as I scream as the knife pierces my skin deep.If I
die..would you care?