Written with Revolting Theatre. (He wrote the gray parts. ;) )
My life is so horrible.
Why do I even try?
No matter what happens,
I'll always want to die.
Your life isn't black enough.
You're living one big lie.
I'm so goth I drink cat blood
while committing suicide.
You don't know what you're talking about.
You've never felt this much pain.
Even God hates me!
My skies are filled with rain!
Your rain is a gift in my dark earth
it only hails here.
And everyone's dad beats them!
And we cry blood instead of tears!
My earth is so much darker.
You don't understand the need.
I cut myself just to feel pain!
Do you want to watch me bleed?
You lie, wicked white witch!
When you cut yourself you get hugs.
When I start to saw off my thumb,
I get arrested, because I do harder drugs!
Your life's a walk in the park.
All your problems have easy answers.
You say you have it so bad?
Oh yeah? Well... I had cancer!
Oh yeah, I'll kill myself now.
Prove to you I'm better.
I have an all black gun, all that's left
is to pull the freakin' tri-*gunshot*
A gun? You little coward.
Now I'll kill myself, too.
But before I go, here's a poem.
I wrote it just for you.
(I call it "My Black Is Darker Than Yours")
"I'll prove my life was worse
by listing my favorite words.
Blood, cut, bleed, black, scream.
Black, blood, bleed, bleed, bleed.
Blood, cut, scream, scream, scream.
Death. Deathidy Death death death. Times two."
Now, as I lay down and cry,
while swallowing a bottle of pills,
tell my mother not to cry
After I...
(wait for it...)
(wait for it...)
Die! *falls over*
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