Confessions Of An Emo Soul

Everday.
Is a war with the mirror.
Everyday.
The vocies make me shiver.
And quiver.
I hate them..
I Confess!!
I want them dead!
I confess!!
I am feed!!
As there words.
Are shoved down my throat.
I start to choke.
And my mouth is broke.
So i cant lash out.
But i cant pout.
My mind was double helexes.
Until you started the decay.
there all flipping gay.
And until this day.
I want them dead.
Blood gushing from there heads.
THey make me feel like shit.
But there all hypocrites.
There making me insane.
Screwing with my brain.
Drained.
Of all its worth.
they spilled my blood on the floor.
They smeared it on the door.
the vocies, the vocies.
There in my head.
Ill just go to bed.
Maybe they will be leave.
My heart is on my sleeve.
Please stop staring.
No one is caring.
The eyes are making me freak.
And the drugs are making me weak.
Im tired, sick, and upset.
I have fought with everyone i met.
I am the loser.
And your are the abuser.
Beating me down.
Everytime i come around.
The chemistry and therory.
Is making me wiery.
All i need is a hug.
Forget all the drugs.
But i am worthless.
This i confess.....