Yes I wear black a lot Yes I like loud music No it’s not that way. No I’m not mean Yes… I’m sad Yes I try and forget the past. Don’t we all? Are you emo? Do you cut? Do you drink? Do you have suicidal friends? How many? Have you ever tried? How? How many times have you tried it? Do you smoke? Why do you have to be a disruption? You do know no one likes you right? Oh so you hate everyone? Why do you have to be that way? Are you stupid? What? I asked nicely, right? Stupid Idiot Worthless Alone You do know you’re better off dead right? Why don’t you just do it? Why don’t you just leave us alone? Don’t you have any friends? Did you push them away? No you idiot Shut up I just… I want to fit in.. No.. Yes I’ve tried that. No it didn’t hurt. I didn’t mean to.. I’m sorry.. Forgive me.. Please..
This poem is of many questions and some answers I give to them. Decided it would be an interesting poem.