Emo Poem by Tasha Thomson

Day by day cuts built up on my arms
People would stare at me, I was known as the girl who selfharmed

'The Emo' they would call me
As I walked down the corridor
They mimicked my actions
Which led me to slash away more

I turned to my name
Which resulted in more taunts
What is wrong with me
I shrieked to my bedroom door

I hid myself away
Wanting to go home
I couldn't help my feelings
Of being scared and alone

Gripping the razor in the palm of my hand
Letting myself drift away to a far distant land
I tore away my skin, in hurried pain
Staring in the mirror drenched in blood and stains.