Title: The Melancholy Heart-Throes of a Thirteen-Year-Old Emo Boy as Presented by a Cynical Twenty-Five-Year-Old College Student
I have a migrane
That is my life
My only outlets
Are a pen and knife
The words flow from my open veins
like blood flowing from my open veins
All of the girls fear my flesh wounds
because they are shallow and ugly
My soul is like a Ritz cracker
without the meat or cheese
I want a Purple Heart
just for being born
I have a migrane
That is my life
My only outlets
Are a pen and knife
The words flow from my open veins
like blood flowing from my open veins
All of the girls fear my flesh wounds
because they are shallow and ugly
My soul is like a Ritz cracker
without the meat or cheese
I want a Purple Heart
just for being born




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