Here lay the emo kid in his house,
He lay quite as a mouse.
In his hand hold a knife,
Which he used to carve out his life.
He lay staining his carpet red,
Because he wanted to be dead.
So he pulled the srting,
To end this thing.
He wanted death so much,
He loved blood as much,
That he wanted to see it right then,
He did not realize he made a mistake when,
He cut a heart in his chest,
And said, "I will die the best"
So here lay the emo kid dead,
And this is what his tombstone read:
R.I.P Kris, for you we miss.