MOCK EMO POETRY #23
I sit and cry these scarlet tears, and feel so all alone.
My reality is killing me. I wish I could go home.
But where to go? I have no one, nobody by my side
They all think I'm a loser, howI want to run and hide

If only Chad would call me back I'd have the will to live
To carry on this wretched farce, to give all I can give.
But he's still into Beth, and she's a slut. He'll never come to me
He said it's because my sweater meat is only 20-C

So, Diary, I hold you close and grip your pages tight
I'll hold you in my bloody arms, you'll be my man tonight
Tomorrow when they find me here, my family will grieve
They'll wonder why he spurned me, and why I had to leave

And here they'll find the story of my tragic shortened youth
I bet Chad and Slutty Slut will cry when they hear the sordid truth
And you who find these writings, please, I hope you get the gist:
I died more from love ignored than from the sporks stuck in my wrist.