• Emo
    The description of the understood.
    The ones which the shade of black suits well.
    With cut wrist and friends burned.
    Lives of torment and sorrow.
    To be emo is not a game it's a curse.
    Believed as posers and a joke.
    They strive in this world for their purpose.
    Until they fail a violent death.
    Fulfilling the vow to end their suffering.
    They smile as they waste away.
    Darkness and suffer when they fall.
    Falling into the darkness and suffering.
    Their lives end as emos.
    As this poem ends there's only one thing to say.
    Are you emo?